Bound To Please - a Story by Delta Venus Copyright 2009 She and her husband had talked about the fantasy for months. Now she waits. It will happen soon, when her husband finally arrives home from work. The anticipation is killing her, she should have waited longer before acting, so she wouldn't have had to wait as long in her current condition. Either period of waiting would have been stressful, but it would have been more comfortable to wait sitting in a chair, or pacing around the apartment, instead of barely able to move, and unable to see, but once she committed herself, she couldn't turn back. She wonders what the first thought through her husband's mind will be when he sees her, and her vulnerability. Her wrists chained to the headboard with fur-lined handcuffs. Her ankles trussed to the bedposts, holding her legs spread wide. The intricate rope work around her torso, tightly binding her breasts, offering them up for use and abuse. The bright blue ball-gag fit tightly in her mouth, silencing her potential protests or passionate moans, perhaps both. The velvet mask covering her eyes, keeping her from seeing what her husband's reaction might be, or what he might do when he decides to act. Her freshly shaved pussy, lightly swollen with anticipatory arousal, pinkness protruding just a little, with nothing to hide its intimate secrets any more. There! She can hear him fumbling with his key at the door, he will soon see her helplessness and availability, and take advantage of them like they have talked about while making love time and time again, the fantasy giving them both an extra charge, almost electric. Now it will be real. His footsteps carry softly, she hears them go first into the kitchen, then the living room. Won't he come into the bedroom already, she's been waiting so long for him! Finally he softly pads towards her, quiet as a burglar. She hears his sharp intake of breath as he finally sees her, spread wide, bound tightly to the bed, unable to see or to speak. He approaches rapidly, then, and his hands check the bonds, first the handcuffs, then the ropes, to ensure she is truly unable to escape and really at his mercy. Satisfied that the bindings are truly secure, he makes his next move. She jerks slightly at the anticipated yet unexpected touch, a finger rubbing lightly between the lips of her bald, exposed pussy. The finger comes away with a sheen of her juices, and she hears him suck the liquid from it. The now wet finger rubs her nipples, first the right one, then the left, leaving them wet and aroused. He blows upon them, the cooling evaporation making them rise even more, sticking out firm and proud. Now it isn't just a finger, but his hand. A light caress of her cheek, then a firm squeeze of her left breast, a slow wandering over the tightly laced ropes binding her body and breasts, tickling the exposed flesh in between the silky smooth cotton strands, down her hip and then slowly, slowly across to her inner thigh, teasingly light now, barely a feathers touch as it travels slowly across that most sensitive area, making its way inevitably towards her now very inflamed pussy. Suddenly he cups her pussy tightly, rubbing in a circle with a firm and steady motion. A finger slides easily between her lips, and then is joined by a second, forcing their way deeply into her tunnel, their passage made easy by the torrent of fluids now leaking profusely from her. She is moaning loudly now, except the sound is muffled by the gag, and barely audible even to herself. The fingers pump into her a few times, then are pulled out, teasing her now very erect clit just a little as they are pulled away. Again she hears him suck the juices from them, slurping with abandon, like a mannerless child eating a bowl of soup without a spoon. Now then caress by a gentle hand is repeated, except on the other side of her body, with the unexpected addition of a tight, forceful pinch of her right nipple, almost vice-like, which shoots sensations through every nerve ending in her body. This time it is three fingers that enter her, stretching her close to her limits, pulling her lips tightly over her clit, and lighting fires in her depths, as they plunge in and out with an increasing tempo. She gasps suddenly, the sound a mere hiss around the gag. His tongue has joined the fingers! It feels incredible as it lightly teases the now very sensitive hood area, barely brushing her clit as it flicks to and fro amongst her outer lips. His lips join the tongue, while the fingers keep up their now constant rhythm of in and out thrusts. Gentle, sucking, toothless bites augment the action of the tender tongue, driving her to heights she has seldom reached before. His scratchy beard feels wonderful against the sensitive skin of her shaved mound. Scratchy beard!? Panic! Intense fear washes over her in waves. Her husband can barely raise a beard when he tries, and he never tries, he is always clean shaven and smooth as a baby's butt, even at the end of the day. His face doesn't know the meaning of five o'clock shadow. This can not be her husband! Surprisingly the adrenaline rush of fear does nothing to diminish the intensity of her arousal. If anything, it intensifies as her mind screams out against it, the thought of a total stranger doing these things to her revolting, but electrifying at the same time. She tries to scream, but it is suffocated by the gag, and sounds more like passion than plea. She tries to move away, to squirm, but she has done such a good job in her self-trussing that she can only wiggle a little, and it isn't much different from the impassioned thrusts and moves she has been making as her body became so wonderfully aroused, and still is. Her nipples have hardened even more, her chest and face have flushed with a heated blush, her heart is pounding, and every inch of her skin seems hypersensitive, every little touch sending electrical pulses zinging down the nerve endings, shooting straight to her brain. She hears the sound of a zipper being drawn, the tongue withdraws, and the fingers are pulled out of her pussy. They are quickly used to spread her lips wide open, gaping her hole as she feels this strange man position himself between her widely spread legs. She knows why he holds her open this way, not just to look, although surely he can see right up inside her the way he has her held, but to penetrate her, to thrust his member deeply into her. She shudders in anticipation of the coming violation, not with horror, but with arousal. She has given in, knowing that her struggles are futile in her well bound state, and the surrender has excited her further. He wears no protection, she can feel the silky smooth skin that graces the head of his large cock as he nestles it between her slick, juicy pussy lips, still held wide open by his fingers. His cock seems much larger than her husbands, a true ramrod of manhood, thick, and surely long as well. This may be a tighter stretch than the previous penetration by three fingers. He begins to spear that thick cock into her hole, and while it does stretch things quite a lot, the entry is easier than she thought it would be, eased along by the copious fluids leaking from her, sliding swiftly along the slickened path into the center of her being. Much larger than her husband! He slides deeper than she has ever been penetrated, until he finally is pushing at the very entrance to her womb, and still he isn't all the way inside her, and he will never be, he is just too large, leaving her feeling a little like an overstuffed sausage casing, or a woman trying on a pair of panty hose two sizes too small. He removes the fingers keeping her spread, but her lips stay well split with that thick meat spiked between them. He starts to thrust, each withdrawal pulling her lips well outside their usual haunts, distended, stretched and pulled wide apart. Each penetration driving all the way to the back of her canal, banging against her womb, drawing her lips and clitoral hood along for the ride, her magic button getting pressed and rubbed intensely both coming and going. All the intense sensations that had been flying through her nervous system, lighting off her brain, have now devolved into straight, hardwired connections to the base of her spine, electric sensations burning down the lines, causing jittery muscle contractions, involuntary thrusting of her hips, spontaneous sweating and a flowing of juices from her honey pot like she has never experienced. The very walls of her pussy seem to quiver with living energy as this total stranger, whom she can't even see, plumbs the depths of her pussy with his enormous manhood, unprotected, raw, and powerful. She loses track of her orgasms, each melting into the next, until she feels his impending release. He thrusts deeply into her, almost burying his whole cock inside, pressing the thick head of his cock right up against the entrance to her womb, and shuddering himself with the intensity of their sexual passion, shoots solid streams of cum into her, the shots penetrating right past her cervix and filling her uterus. Her own powerful orgasmic contractions drive her cervix to suck at the shooting streams of semen, and help to fill her very center with this strangers seed. If this is the right time of the month, there is no possibility that she won't be impregnated. Waves of emotion and sensation wash over her, and she is left feeling like a stick of butter left out in the sun too long, melted and mushy, with no resistance, merely a creamy center with no foundation or support. The stranger withdraws, leaving a well violated hole, wide open now without any help needed to keep it so. No fingers need to spread it, no cock need plunge inside it, it gapes and slacks all by itself. Only a very tiny bit of semen leaks from within, though, the seed has been planted well inside, and won't be leaving, no matter how open the entrance. Her right nipple is pinched, playfully, but hard enough for a little pain, and then his voice whispers into her ear. "I couldn't resist your sexy offering here. I broke in to take your money and electronics, but I've taken something so much more satisfying. I felt it when you realized I was someone other than who you expected, and I would have stopped if you had turned cold fish, but you didn't, you stayed as hot as a steam room. Hope you are on the pill, because I really creamed your insides!" He kisses her on the forehead, and she hears him chuckling as he pads away towards the front door, and then is gone. Now she waits. The burglar has left her just as she left herself before he arrives, tied to the bed, helpless, vulnerable. She thinks about her husband, what will he think when he sees her? The fantasy is still set to happen, she can't do anything to prevent it. What will the first thought through his head be? Will he take immediate advantage, or will he tease her, or maybe even release her, not ready to make the fantasy a reality? She is worn out, but these thoughts of her husband still arouse her, her total nakedness and complete vulnerability are still sensual and arousing, even after the orgasmic onslaught she has just undergone. Will her husband even compare to the heavy dicking the huge stranger has just given her? And the curiously arousing thought, will her husband realize she has already been ravished? ▲♀ http://deltavenus.bestdamnpornblogs.com/