My Darkest Fantasy Ch 01

Yes, I was nervous, I admit it. Here I was, driving down a back road in my little silver car trailing several car lengths behind a black pickup truck belonging to a man I only got to know a few months ago. My hands tightened around the steering wheel as we made another turn. My panties were growing more damp by the second. I was so close. A few months ago, I never would have dreamed I would be here now...

"You know, Lizzy," a voice said behind me as I pulled a box out from the bottom shelf of the storage room. I jumped, nearly dropping its contents but tried to play it cool. The voice belonged to James, a man somewhat taller than I; he had short, mousy brown hair with a chin covered in dark brown hair. His large figure took up most of the doorway. He works out, I thought as my eyes moved from his arms to his face again. I looked into James' green eyes; they sparkled a little bit. I had never noticed before. He smiled. "You know, I could watch you get boxes from the bottom shelf every day and never grow bored." He winked.

James was flirting with me, I realized. He had always been shy around me, but he was a nice guy so we have become friends over the last few months working together. I trusted him. Believing there to be no harm in the innocence of a little flirting, I smiled back and whispered, "Just as long as you don't touch. That requires permission." I winked back as I moved past him to get back to work, letting my nice round ass brush across the front of his jeans as he turned to let me pass. I barely heard his sharp intake of breath. Getting the reaction I was hoping for, I grinned but did not turn around. I like to tease, but I don't need any of my co-workers thinking I want something more. He was married, after all. And so was I...

The brake lights of the pickup truck lit up in the near distance, letting me know the next hidden turn was near. He had some property out here, he had said, and no one would be around our eventual destination for miles. No one to hear me scream, he had warned me with a grin. Too late now, I thought to myself. Yes I suppose I could turn around and go home; I'm sure James was checking his rearview mirror every thirty seconds or so to make sure I was still following him. I was even willing to bet he was nervous, too. He hasn't done this before, he had admitted; only fantasized about it. I had caught his attention at work, my tight jeans growing tighter across my ass every time I would bend over. Sure, I did it deliberately, I smiled as I slowed the car down to turn and make my way carefully down the overgrown path behind the pickup. But I was so close, I thought to myself. I wasn't turning around now. He wanted to punish me...

"Can I ask you something?" James asked me quietly as we refilled our coffee cups in the break room.

"Sure, ask me anything." I stirred a packet of creamer into my steaming coffee as I waited, casually glancing back at him. There was a smile in his eyes that wasn't quite touching his lips.

He hesitated a moment, leaning towards me before he spoke. "Do you know how much of a cock tease you are?"

I stopped stirring my coffee and turned around to look at him. His face was serious, but not too serious. The smile in his eyes slowly crept down to his mouth as I found myself unable to hide a grin of my own. I leaned against the counter and folded my arms across my chest thoughtfully. "Well, now, I suppose I've never really thought about it before."

James took a step towards me and placed his coffee on the counter behind me, leaving less than a foot between us. His breathing seemed a bit heavier. I stopped breathing altogether. "Well, let there be no mistake. You are the biggest cock tease I've ever had in my reach. And when the time comes, I will not ask for permission."

My breath escaped my lips in short, ragged gasps and I bit my bottom lip, dropping my hands as I stared at him. His eyes glanced down at my lips as I held the bottom one in my teeth. His arm slowly rose up to me and I stopped breathing again, unsure of what he was going to do but excited at the same time. He knew what my darkest fantasy was. He leaned closer to me, mere inches from my face, picked up his coffee cup from behind me and smiled as he stepped back and left the break room. So close. I closed my eyes as I released my breath again...

The pickup stopped along the edge of an open grassy area surrounded by large trees. I pulled up to the other side, parked and shut off the engine. I glanced over at James as he got out of his pickup and leaned against the cab. He was watching me intently. I took a deep breath and climbed out of my car. Yes, I was nervous. But I'm not sure if I have ever been more excited for something in my life. I could hear a river flowing steadily nearby upon exiting my car. He came around the front as I reached into the backseat and pulled out a bottle of beer from a cooler. He was behind me before I knew it, and it startled me enough I backed away a few steps. "Here," was all I managed to say as I held out the beer for him.

He sighed, taking the cold bottle from me and twisted the lid off, tossing it aside. He took a long drink from it, sighing again as he held it out for me. I took the bottle back, slowly drinking the rest of it. My mouth was suddenly dry out in this warm summer air.

He watched me finish the beer before reaching into the cooler himself and grabbing another ice cold bottle. I took the moment to step back and walk around to the other side of my car, suddenly needing to put some distance between us. He casually followed me around the car, understanding my nervousness. I turned to face him, smiling. He hadn't opened the second beer yet.

"I'm glad you came," he said...

"No way," I said to my best friend Kerry as we stood in the break room one morning. "There's no way I'd let him touch me."

"Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes. "I know you, girl. I've seen the way he looks at you, and the way you don't deter him at all. You're gonna regret letting that man in your panties."

"If I was gonna let him 'in my panties'," I quoted her, "wouldn't I have done it by now?"

Just then the door opened and James entered the room. We glanced at each other; he smiled. I returned his smile as Kerry watched me with a judging gaze. While his back was turned I mouthed "What?" to her and she smirked, rolling her eyes again as she left us alone in the break room. I turned to the coffee pot to pour some more into my cup but James had snuck up behind me and he took my hand from the handle with his right hand, placing it on the counter in front of me. All my body knew was to obey, despite the fact that this was the first time he had deliberately touched me. He was close behind me, but only his hand had touched mine.

"Unzip your jeans with your other hand," he growled quietly into my ear.

I turned my head enough to see him in my peripheral vision. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," he smiled threateningly. "Now, before we're interrupted."

Excitement coursed through my veins. A challenge. "No. I told you before. You have to ask me."

His left hand came around my waist and slipped underneath my shirt, gliding up my stomach and slipping under my lacy bra in an instant, his fingers easily finding my nipple and pinching it gently. "And I told you," he breathed heavily into my hair, "I will not ask. Because you don't want me to ask. You want me to take it. Say it."

I didn't want to say it; I wasn't ready to say it. So I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans with my left hand and spread my feet a little further apart. He wasted no time sliding his other hand down the inside of my lace panties, his fingers finding my slick hole. I felt him shudder behind me before he pushed one finger inside me, fucking me slowly as he continued pinching my nipple. "Oh god, that's tight," he breathed into my ear as my own breathing became faster and heavier. I moved my ass back against him, his hard cock pressing into me through our jeans. He felt me shudder a bit in his arms as he picked up the pace. I was going to cum. I moved my hips back and forth against his hand just before he pulled both his hands from me, stepping back from my weakened body.

I leaned against the counter for a moment before turning to face him and hastily button my jeans. "You asshole," I growled.

James grinned. "I will not ask for your permission. But I guarantee you, Lizzy, you will ask me to do more to you. So much more. And I will deliver."

Just then the door opened swiftly and two male co-workers entered the room, startling me. We glanced at them as they stared at us. James turned back to me and quietly said "But that's just what I heard and I don't know if it's true, so don't tell anyone."

I took the hint, nodded as nonchalantly as I could manage and whispered "Okay." The men stopped watching us and appeared to pick back up on their own conversation as James grinned devilishly at me, slipping his middle finger into his mouth before leaving. Damn him, I thought as I shakily poured more coffee. He was right. I want more...

"I told you I would come," I replied. "Did you really think I would back out?"

"Honestly, I wasn't sure," he admitted, walking back over to his pickup. He sat the unopened beer onto the edge of the bed behind the cab, opened the back door and pulled out a handful of heavy duty zip ties and something else. He turned back around. "And your clothes?"

"They're good to go," I said. I wore an old white men's undershirt over an old white bra with a pair of black shorts covering a pair of white lace panties. Items I didn't mind losing. God, the excitement was killing me. What was he going to do? I needed another beer. I turned to go back to the other side of the car to get my own beer but James grabbed my loose brown hair and dragged me over to his pickup. He jerked my arms out in front of me, zip tied each of them loosely and hauled them up to the rail on the edge of the bed. He spun me so that my back was against the warm metal of the pickup and he zip tied the wrist ties together and to the rail behind my shoulders. I felt very vulnerable tied this way and my excitement only increased.

"I don't need to tie your ankles, do I?" he asked, kneeling before me and dragging a couple more ties up the inside of my calf, across my knee and against my thigh.

I wiggled for effect. "No, we should reduce any visible marks. I'll be a good girl."

He stood up and smiled. "Oh yes, my dear, you will be a very good girl." He traced a finger across my bottom lip and I moved quickly to catch the tip between my teeth. He gasped slightly, but not from pain. No marks. I shifted a bit to test the movement of my arms without pulling too much on my restraints. I can move, but not too much or the zip ties will cut into my wrists. I can't let anyone see marks, especially my husband...

"So, you're serious?" I asked James one afternoon in the parking lot as we were leaving work. "You really have a place we can go? And do this?"

He turned around as he got to his pickup, digging his keys out of his pocket. "Yes I do. It's not too far from here. It would be outside, as opposed to your motel room suggestion, but then I know there will be no one around to hear you scream."

I frowned. "Will I want to scream?"

He grinned, unlocking his door and getting in the driver's seat before turning back to me. "I would love to hear you scream."

I bit my lip, smiling as I stepped closer to whisper "And I would love to feel your hot cum running down my legs."

His mouth fell open for a moment, and he got back out of his pickup to stand before me. I could see the outline of his hard cock in his jeans. "Tell me, my dear," he said quietly. "Tell me you want me to touch you."

I swallowed, taking a second to savor the moment. He waited. I grinned. "I want you," I said firmly, "to tie me up, rip my clothes from my trembling body and fuck me until I scream."

He closed his eyes and smiled, taking a deep breath before saying, "I knew you would come around."

I smirked, whispering "Ha! Are you kidding me? I've been wanting to say that to you for weeks."

His mouth fell open again and I winked, leaving him to go to my car and head home. Thrilling ideas were making my pussy throb. He was getting closer...

The cool blade of his pocket knife startled my eyes open as it lightly traced its way down my cheek to my chest. I watched his face as he carefully slit the bottom of my shirt, avoiding my trembling body. He began slowly, enjoying the gentle ripping sound as my shirt opened up. He paused, glancing up at my face while gathering more of my shirt in his hands and jerked the sides outward, the thin material splitting all the way up to the small collar seam. He cut that easily with the knife and the shredded shirt hung at my sides. Putting the knife into his pocket he stepped back, slid his fingers inside the waistband of my shorts and dragged them down my legs slowly.

"You're trembling," James commented as my shorts came to rest at my ankles. "I like it."

I smiled in reply, the expression fading quickly as my gaze met his face. He looked like a hungry tiger and I was the only meal around. Oh, wow. My skin tingled. He traced a light trail up the inside of my bare leg with the tip of the knife, pulling it away before he reached my panties. Putting the knife away, he slipped two fingers between my legs and tugged at my wet panties. I squirmed as his fingers grazed my hot skin. James grinned up at me, moving my panties over a bit to expose my shaved pussy lips and cover them with his mouth. The zip ties tightened around my wrists as I moved my hips forward at his touch. His tongue slipped out and licked me softly, teasing me. I whimpered as he took his time tasting my sweet nectar, the torture increasing my excitement.

He stopped suddenly, pulling his face back from me to grab my panties with both hands. He swiftly ripped my white lace panties from my legs, possibly leaving a few slight red marks on my backside. He stood up, wadding up the shredded material and stuffed it inside my mouth. I could smell my arousal on the gag as I silently watched him remove his knife from his pocket once again to quickly split my bra down the middle, my large breasts spilling out of the cups. James moaned softly as his hands swept the bra to each of my sides, cupping my breasts firmly. Bending down he took my right nipple in his mouth, sucking gently at first but harder with each agonizing moment. My clit began throbbing even harder, my pussy growing wetter. I moaned and leaned my body into him again, causing him to bite my nipple firmly before releasing me. A whimpered cry escaped my throat into my gag as the pain registered...

"What do you hope to gain from this?" James asked me a week ago while we were alone at work. We had finalized our plans and the anticipation was keeping us both on edge. He leaned against the wall waiting for my reply, hands tucked into his jeans pockets.

"Honestly, I don't know," I answered. "I've never done this before. I want you to do what ever you want to me. It's about me relinquishing control, being used like some play thing that can be discarded once I'm full of cum." He grinned at me. I blushed, then added "Part of it will also be doing what I am supposed to do to please you, but only after being forced to submit. What do you want from this?"

He looked at me for a moment, thinking of what to say. I often wondered in those moments if he was holding back, like he thought he was going to hurt me. I was testing the waters myself; I had no idea how much of this I could handle, having never experienced it before. He sighed, "I want to make you hurt. Make you pay for what you've done to me."

I bit my bottom lip, leaning towards him to whisper "What have I done to you, James? Tell me."

His eyes closed slowly as he took a deep breath. I sensed he was trying as hard as he could to keep his hands off of me now. I relished the feeling. When his eyes opened again, they had lost their playful twinkle. He growled, "You have used that nice ass of yours and that pretty mouth to tease me in ways that shouldn't be allowed, and I will punish you for the discomfort you have caused me all this time. Trust me."

His threat gave me chills, and dampened my panties. "I do trust you..."

James slipped the knife across each of my shoulders, cutting the torn shirt and useless bra from my bound arms. I stood before him completely naked now, attached to his pickup in the afternoon shade, my clothes piled beneath me. He stepped back to admire the view, smiling appreciatively. I glanced down at the bulge in his jeans while he pulled out his mobile phone and took a few pictures of me. I held still for him, and soon the phone was back in his pocket and he began unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, his dark eyes never leaving my body. Suddenly he was in front of me, his hands resting on the pickup rail and his face inches from mine. He smelled faintly of cologne and beer, I noticed as he removed my panties from my mouth. "Are you ready?" he asked.

I could almost feel my juices running down my bare leg. My breath came in ragged gasps. I could only manage a nod.

James grinned, the sparkle returning to his eyes for a moment. He leaned in to my lips, kissing me gently. I relaxed and kissed him back, leaning into him just as he bit my bottom lip. I jerked back in surprise, but an evil smile crossed my face as he stepped back with the beer. He twisted it open, took a drink from it and rubbed the cold glass against my tender right nipple. I sighed at this touch, closing my eyes. He trailed the bottle down my stomach, the condensation clinging to my skin. He wedged his left knee between mine, inching my feet further apart as the bottle came to rest on my thigh. I knew what he was going to do; the top of the bottle found my damp pussy and he slid it up inside me slowly. My body accommodated the object and I moaned, wondering how long he would continue to be gentle. The cool neck of the bottle was all that would fit inside me; he pulled it back out slowly and shoved it back in a few times quickly. I cried out, trying to clench my thighs together but his knee was still holding my legs apart. He removed the bottle from my pussy and drank more beer from it, groaning a little as I watched him, my pussy throbbing slightly. He tipped the bottle up to my lips and I opened them, letting him pour the cold drink into my mouth. I could taste my juices as I licked my lips.

James finished the beer, tossing the empty bottle behind me into the pickup bed. Pulling out his knife once again, he cut the tie that strapped me to the rail. My arms dropped to my sides and before I could flex my shoulders he was behind me, zip tying my wrists together once again. Spinning me around he pushed me down onto my knees, his erection pushing at his boxers in my face. He pulled down his jeans and boxers far enough to free himself, his hard cock now inches from my mouth. I licked my lips as I looked up at him. Without a word, he fisted a handful of my hair at the back of my head in his right hand tightly and rubbed the glistening tip of his dick against my mouth. I opened my lips and he thrust inside, fucking my mouth steadily. I gagged a few times as his dick hit the back of my throat and I could feel my pussy throbbing even harder as I knelt in front of this man, using me like a whore.

His pace slowed down a bit and I decided to try a move of my own. I bit down on his shaft lightly, grazing his skin as he moved out of my mouth. He gasped, pulled his cock from my lips and slapped my face somewhat hard. The contact stung my cheek a little but should not leave a mark. I glared up at him. "Is there somewhere else you would like to stick that?"

He groaned in response, pausing a moment before picking me up by my hair and dragging me to my car. He pushed the front of my thighs against the front fender and held me there with his hips, his cock resting against my ass. He removed his shirt and laid it down on the warm hood of my car before pushing my chest down onto it. He held me down with his left hand in the middle of my back, his right hand coming in contact with my ass. I cried out again as he spanked me a few times, not gently but not too rough. No marks. He groaned with each satisfying smack. "Fucking whore," he grunted, moving back between my parted legs, "is this what you want?" I could feel the head of his dick rubbing my clit. "Do you want me to shove this inside you so I can fill you with cum?"