Nightmare
by Mark Aster

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Graphic descriptions of nudity, bondage,
sex.  Enormous mature adults only.
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She comes in from outside, takes off her coat.  Hangs it in the
closet.  She is wearing a long dark skirt, a ruffled blouse,
high boots.  But without meeting his eyes, standing there in
the living room, she starts taking off her clothes.  He licks
his lips and looks at her.  She is tall, but not as tall as
he is.  Under the blouse, her bra holds her breasts.  They
move with her breathing.  Picking up her skirt, she bends
over and he can see down between them, down into her bra
between her breasts.  He feels himself coming erect inside
his pants.  She tosses her skirt over a chair, and her bra,
and her panties.  She stands there in the living room naked.
Her skin is smooth and taut, but he sees goosebumps on her
arms.  The flesh of her belly, below her breasts, makes a
small round hill.  The hair between her legs is dark.

"You have to promise me," she says, taking the harness from the
closet.

"What?" he says, swallowing and moving inside his clothes.

"Promise me that, between moonrise and dawn, no matter what I
say or what I do, or how hard I beg, you won't untie me or
loosen the straps."  He promises.  Her nipples are stiff and
she is breathing heavily.  She lies down on the couch, and
he ties the harness around her.  The top goes around her back,
over her shoulders, across her breasts, pulling them in against
her body, leaving the nipples exposed.  Other straps hold her
elbows to her sides, her wrists crossed over her stomach.
The leather is black and supple.  Straps go around her ankles,
secure her calves to the couch, pulling her legs up and apart.
Her labia are exposed, swollen, rough.

"Does it have to be like this?" he asks.

"It's just right," she says, straining against her bonds,
"just right."  He sees her thighs tense and relax.  "Don't
you like having my pussy open?  My cunt gaping?  Don't you
like my breasts?"

"Should I close the window?" he asks.

"It wouldn't help," she says, "the moon is rising."

He turns off the light.  They breathe silently in the dark as
the moon rises.  The silver glow brightens, and their eyes
get used to the dimness.  He can hear her breath coming faster,
rougher.  The couch creaks.  "God," she moans, "oh god..."
Her chest heaves, and he can see the straps pressing deeply
into her flesh.

"No," she says, "no it's just too hard, I can't --" and she
throws back her head and gasps, "I can't do it.  Untie me now
and we'll try again later."  He chews on his lips and doesn't
say anything.  "Come on, you bastard," she growls, "untie the
fucking straps!"  She sees he's not going to, and moans again,
louder, and strains against the leather.  "Oh, please," she
grunts, "oh jesus god..."  And for awhile her sounds have no
words, just gasps and grunts in the moonlight.  He presses
his hand down between his legs, adjusts himself in his pants,
presses his hand against his hardness.

"Alright, then," she sighs, relaxed for the moment, "alright
then you can fuck me," and she moves her hips in the small
circle that the straps allow her, "you can drop your pants
and lie on me and fuck me, I really want you to."  And she
makes liquid lascivious sounds with her mouth.

He sighs.  "I can't take advantage --"  And she curses him
and writhes in her bonds.  He thinks he can smell her, smell
the hot salty sweat under her arms, the slickness between
her thighs.  "Dickless, scumwad, fucker, oh god oh please,
please if you won't fuck me at least kiss my breasts, suck
on -- suck on my nipples, SQUEEZE me" and she is panting and
groaning again.

He takes a breath and goes over to her, puts his head down
to her chest and licks her with his tongue.  Her nipples are
hard and swollen, and she screams and laughs when he takes
one in his mouth and sucks.  "YES YES YESS!" she shouts, and
his mouth is full of her and he puts his hands around her
breasts, over the straps, and licks and kisses and sucks
and the leather presses deeper into her flesh and he groans.
Then he feels himself straightening up, unbuckling his belt,
freeing his cock out into the cool air and then plunging it
into the hot center of her and she screams louder and he
kisses her mouth hard and pulls out and pushes in and as he
fucks her she pushes her tongue into his mouth and grunts
like an animal.

At first he holds his weight up off of her, but then her
cunt squeezing at him sucking at his cock and her tongue in
his mouth are too much and he falls onto her, into her, his
hips pistoning driving into her deeper and deeper and he
comes in a long stream of ecstacy coming lying on her in
the straps, biting and sucking on her lips, his cock up
inside her well and truly fucked.  He feels her skin under
him slick with sweat, and his ears are ringing from her
screams.  She is still writhing, moving under him, cursing
at him, "no no oh fuck no not done yet, oh oh OH" so when
his penis slides limp out of her he moves down, sucking
her nipples again, kissing her bound hands, her belly,
burying his nose in the dense dark hair of her mons, and
then his face in the wet open darkness of her cunt.

He licks her labia, takes each one in his mouth and presses
it between his lips, strokes it with his tongue.  He opens
his mouth wide and engulfs her vulva, runs his tongue up
to her clit, brings up his hand and slips two fingers into
her.  She screams again, laughs, groans, writhes, and as
he thrums his tongue over her clit over and over she comes,
and her muscles squeeze his fingers, and he tastes her
juice and his own cum, and she gunts and shouts and pants,
and he falls asleep there, between her legs, his torso on
the couch and his knees on the floor, his head cradled
between her thigh and her belly.

The dawn wakes them up, stiff and sticky.  She looks down
at him, there between her legs, and she smiles gratefully,
waiting for him to untie her.  He kisses her lightly, his
mouth on hers, and he kisses her again.  And they know that
he's going to untie her soon, soon, any minute.  But first
he kisses her again, and she presses her tongue between his
lips, and his penis swells between her legs.  And he pushes
it into her again, and she groans and rocks her hips in
their straps.  Soon, they are thinking as they fuck in
the yellow light, soon he will untie her.  Very soon.


Nightmare
by Mark Aster
The End