Message-ID: <12461eli$9806241155@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12461.txt> From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Subject: {Honey}JDR"Honey's Uninvited Guest B"(MF mc nc)[2/2] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <6mpsjc$m8r$1@sparky.wolfe.net> JOHN DARK REPOST The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. 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The copyright of this story belongs to the author, and the fact of this posting should not be construed as limiting or releasing these rights in any way. In most cases, the author will have further notices of copyright below. If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. ===================== mf, nc, mc (mind control) (You've been warned.) Copyright 1993 by Valentina Erotica. Please distribute electronically as you wish. You may print one hard copy for your own personal use. Keep this note with all distributions of the story. I'd love to hear your comments, compliments, suggestions, thoughts, reactions, etc., etc. My anon address, which is all I'll divulge, is: Honey: an24049@anon.penet.fi Dedicated to a very special man. C, you know who you are. ===================== "Honey's Uninvited Guest" Honey Section B: "I don't want to have to crawl around on my knees to examine you so it's time to get comfortable," he said and he took my hand and led me to the guest bedroom. I was still a bit frantic. I didn't know what to do or how to get away. On the other hand, I don't think my body has every felt so good. As wrong as this is, he is a tremendous lover. He made me orgasm without ever touching my body! What am I thinking! I _have_ to get away. I've never cheated on my husband and I don't want to be raped. I struggled with more of these twisted thoughts as we walked down the hall toward the bedroom. I finally hit upon a solution: He was right. I had no choice. So I may as well give in to it KNOWING that my husband David would be home any second (where is he, anyway? he should've been here by now) and rescue me. It made sense. I've heard that to avoid getting hurt by a rapist you should do what they tell you to do. I don't entirely agree with that but since I have no choice and know I will be rescued soon anyway... Okay, I've decided. That's what I'll do. Paul told me to lay down on the bed on my back. I dutifully did as I was told. I lay, as rigid as a pole, staring at the ceiling. He gave another of his low whistles. "I'll be damned. That's something I didn't know about. Guess I did choose well this time." Paul said in a strange tone of voice. What was he talking about? I looked at him and saw him staring at my pussy. My BARE pussy! My freshly-shaven-just-a-half-hour-ago-pussy! I watched him look at me so intently. It sent a strange feeling down my spine. He reached out with one finger, tentatively, and barely touched my bare mound where a thick bush of hair normally grows. His touch felt electric to me and the smooth skin must've surprised him as well because he jumped. I guess he'd never seen a grown woman with a bare pussy before. He stroked his finger up and down the top of my mound, feeling the soft skin. His touch was so relaxing, I closed my eyes and gave in to the feeling. He went to the foot of the bed and took my legs in his hands and parted them. His actions were so unexpected I didn't have time to react and once my legs were apart, he kneeled between them. His eyes didn't leave my sex. He grabbed my right hip with his left hand to steady himself and used his right hand to touch me. Paul slid a single finger down from the top of the mound, beside my labia in between my legs. He used a feather light touch all around my vagina. He touched everywhere hair is supposed to grow. "This is great. I mean it. This is really great but it's not what I want just now. Now it's my turn to lie down and I want you to suck my cock. I want you to show me how good a woman you really are," Paul said. His voice sounded almost strained. I didn't want to do it but I had told myself this was probably the best way out. Go along with what he said and wait to be rescued. Then I realized what I had been telling myself...wait for some man to some rescue me? Oh yeah, that's a real independent woman of the 90's attitude. How could I have thought that? Forget it. There's no way I was going to do anything else he said. But, I did. He lay down on his back and I curled up beside him with my head laying on his stomach. "I am not going to suck your cock." "Sure you are, Honey, here it is...lick the tip of it." I licked the head, tasting the salty precum that had oozed out. "Mister, I mean, Paul, really, I can't do this. I'm not very good at it. I mean I only did it a few clumsy times before I got married and now with my husband. I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to do. I mean, I can't stand it and I want to taste your hot cock in my mouth right now." I said. A wave of desire to have his manhood in my mouth filled me. There was nothing, and I mean nothing, I wanted more right then. I slowly ran my tongue from the base of his shaft almost to the head. I repeated the movement, enjoying the change of breathing pattern I heard from him. I moved slightly and did the same thing, working my way around the shaft, slowly licking up and covering every part of the shaft. I then pursed my lips against the shaft, as if I were going to kiss it, and sucked and slid my sucking little lips up and down and around his shaft. I moved down between his legs and bent over. Slowly I licked his left ball until it was covered in my saliva. I gave his right one the same treatment then I very gently took it into my mouth and sucked and licked it carefully. I moved to the other one and rolled that into my mouth as well. I moved my head up a bit and started again licking his shaft. Once I had licked all the way around, I very slowly glided my tongue across the top of the head, then lolled it around and around circling from the "eye" outwards until my tongue rimmed the head. I heard low moans coming from Paul. I repositioned myself and grabbed the bottom of his shaft in a ring with my thumb and forefinger, and put the head of his cock between my lips. I poked my tongue at the tip, circled it around, the sucked the head into my mouth. His moans increased. I let the head slide out between my lips then sucked it in again, swirling my tongue around it in my warm mouth. I relaxed, letting him slide out. This time I pulled him into my mouth, sucking his head and his shaft all the way into my mouth, pulling hard, as much as my mouth would hold. I could hear Paul moan louder and his breathing increase its pace. I repeated my action, inhaling his cock deep into my mouth, taking almost all of it in. Doing this to a strange man and watching his excitement increase really turned me on. I could feel my pussy throbbing and my hips began to move a bit involuntarily showing their readiness. I moved my hand up and down his shaft, timing it with the action of my mouth for maximum effectiveness. It seemed to work...it felt like he was about to come. I sucked him into my mouth again and felt his hand on the back of my head pushing me down, taking him in deeper. I had to move my hand out of the way and had as much of him in my mouth as I could hold and Paul still put pressure on my head. I relaxed and my throat seemed to open somehow and I felt more and more of him slide inside me until my lips rested against the hairy base. At first I almost gagged but I just told myself I was okay and to relax. My mouth felt so full. Paul slid out then all the way back in again and my throat seemed to pulsate around him. Just when I thought he was going to speed up and come, he pulled out. "That's not how I want to come. I just wanted to give you a little taste of that kind of action." He said. How could he just stop like that? I wanted to taste his hot cum. But even more so, I had to admit, I wanted to feel his large hot cock pumping inside me. Something in the very back of my mind told me I shouldn't be doing this but somehow I couldn't remember why not. All I really knew is I had an incredible desire I wanted fulfilled and this was the only man who could do it. I fell beside him on my back on the bed. I had to get out of here! I am starting to go crazy. This man was practically raping me and all I could think about was how I wanted to feel him inside me. I can't imagine what's wrong with me. I'm thinking all kinds of things I know I shouldn't be thinking and wanting all kinds of things I've never wanted before. "Leave me alone. Let me go." I said futiley. "You still don't get it, do you Honey? You want whatever I want you to want. See? All I have to do is go like this," he gave a mental push. "And I can create desires within you. Like now, you want me to fuck you. You can't help it. Even if your husband walked in right now, nothing would stop this desire." "Please, please fuck me. I want to feel your hot cock pumping inside me. Come on, Paul. Show me what kind of a man you are. Take me, please." I said, embarrassed by my wanton desire but unable to control it. He laughed. "Nah, that's not as much fun." He removed the push. "Get out!" I screamed. I tried to get up but it felt like my hands and ankles were tied to the bed. I could see that they weren't but I still could not lift them. I kept trying to move them and finally I could slide my legs a bit but only apart. Once they were all the way apart, I couldn't move them any more. Paul got up and moved in between my legs. He reached underneath and cupped my ass in his hands. He looked at my frightened eyes and smiled mischievously. He dipped his head down and licked my inner thighs. He heard the audible sigh he was listening for. I pulled at my arms and legs, trying to break whatever invisible bond held them, to no avail. I felt a tongue rest on that spot between my vagina and my asshole. No! This is just like I "dreamt" when we were sitting on the couch. Slowly, Paul's tantalizing tongue slid up over my sex-entrance, parting my labia as it went, sending ripples of pleasure through me and ending with a wiggle on my clit. I half-screamed, half- sighed at this assault. It felt so good. I'd wanted cunnilingus for so long that this just felt so good. He gave another long, slow tantalizing lick. My hips wiggled and bucked from his ministrations. He ran his tongue up and down my smooth labia and sucked each one in gently. He was moaning softly to himself. He mumbled something about never having the chance to eat a woman with a bare cunt before. His words sent waves of warm excitement through my body. He licked every part outside of my pussy but carefully avoided the sensitive inside. He ran his tongue over all of the bare but would-be-hairy places and enjoyed the feeling. It felt so good! I didn't want him to stop. This felt like nothing I could remember. It was so tickly and warm and wonderful and wet and good. He seemed to be enjoying it too. However, I'd had enough of his teasing and wanted him to make me orgasm. I reached down and grabbed the back of his head, as he had mine earlier. (Yes, I could suddenly move my arms - which means I could've escaped, but I wasn't thinking about that any more.) I put my hands on his head and pulled him in to me trying to convince him to stimulate my clit to orgasm. He just kept licking my outer labia. I used one hand to reach under his face and part my labia, exposing my sex to this stranger, and used the other hand to guide his head to the right spot. He still resisted and lapped at my opening. He licked and sucked my sex juices which were flowing more than I had ever known. He seemed like an addict who couldn't get enough of my drug. I thought how funny it was that the tables had turned and he was under my control. (Far from the truth - I was no longer restrained but I wouldn't dream of leaving because I had such an intense desire for him that I was still under his control.) He curled his tongue and slid it into the entrance to my vagina. I stifled a moan. This felt so good but it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to feel his tongue on my clit or feel his meat pounding inside me. His actions were frustrating and exciting me. His tongue continued its activity until I felt very clean, hot and ready for him to enter me. Then he put his lips over my clit and blew hot air. The heat and motion sent shivers through my body. He slowly wiggled his tongue back and forth against my clit. He could tell by my motions and vocalizations that this was just what I'd been begging for. I could feel an orgasm building inside me like I'd never experienced one before. Paul slid one of his hands from under my ass and slipped a finger inside my wet box. He trailed his finger down to my rosebud and teased the rim of it. Would he dare? I couldn't stop my body from wiggling and begging for all that he had to give. He pushed gently and his finger slid, surprisingly easily, inside of me. It felt really weird but I have to admit it felt good too. He slid it in and out a few times and I started to get comfortable with it. He licked and teased my clit a bit faster. I could feel the hair on my head almost as if it were standing on end and I could feel the tension in my toes. I thought I would pass out if he continued to lick me like that and just then I felt myself about to come when... He stopped. I almost cried from frustration. What kind of a person was this. Torturous. I was drained - weak, frustrated, confused, and I just laid there. Paul reached down and rolled me on my side away from him. I felt like a rag doll after being played with and abandoned and I just gave in to his motions. He pushed my top leg forward. He reached down, rubbing my ass, until he touched my asshole with something warm and wet. He rubbed around the rim with that wet stuff which increased my excitement again. It felt so good and so foreign to me. He slipped his finger inside my backdoor as he did before but this time it went in even easier and felt really nice. I had been curious about anal play but didn't really expect it to feel like this. He pulled his hand back but then reached again with some more of the wet stuff and slid it around. My face felt really flushed and I was breathing hard. I wondered if he was really going to do what I thought he was going to do. I was a little scared it would hurt but also excited at the thought of trying. I reached around to see if he was still hard and was surprised to feel how big and hard he really was. He seemed even bigger than when I was deep throating him, if that was possible. He was ready all right. While my hand was back there, he put some wet stuff in it so I gladly rubbed it on his huge, hot cock. I slid my hand up and down, coating him thoroughly but also getting myself so worked up I thought I'd orgasm just from rubbing him. He also seemed on the edge so he took my hand off and laid it in front of me. He rubbed his hand up my leg and teased around the rim of my rosebud again. I could feel my pussy juices oozing again, making things even more slick. He probed inside me with his finger and I relaxed with the good feelings that was giving me. He moved himself into a comfortable position behind me and pulled his finger out while placing the head of his cock against my backdoor as if to replace it. "Just relax and have fun, Honey. This is going to be so good. I want to fuck your sweet ass, baby. I want to feel your hot ass around me." Paul said. All I could do was push back against him in response. I pushed back as he gently pushed forward. I felt the hole ease open, already relaxed and "loose" from his fingers, and the head of his cock entered. We both moaned from the intense feeling. I had never known it could be like this. Of course he was "pushing" my brain to make it feel good, but still. It felt weird but it felt so good, I just wanted more of him inside me. I pushed back against him and he pushed in more, then pulled back a bit. I sighed at the change of direction and the new range of feeling this brought about. I got a momentary "What am I doing?" feeling and started to clench, but Paul rubbed my sides and I relaxed and enjoyed the new game. I was glad he had been so generous with the lube because that made the motion smooth and feel wonderful. I don't know how to explain it. It felt nothing like going to the bathroom or even like when I had slipped a soapy finger inside me in the shower while experimenting. It also didn't feel like having regular sex. Regular sex wasn't better than this...just different. Paul pushed in some more and my body relaxed and accepted him then he stopped pushing to allow my body to automatically ease him out. He pushed again, harder this time, until he was all the way inside me then he slid out to the head. "Are you okay, Honey? How does it feel?" Paul asked. "Oh, Paul. This is incredible. I've never felt anything like it before. I just wonder if I'd like it without your 'push' on me. This is really wild!" I said. "Honey, I'm not 'pushing' your brain. Everything you're doing now you're doing by your own choice. Everything you're feeling is real." I was shocked by his words. I thought he'd made it easier and feel good by "pushing" my brain. I thought I was doing this because he made me do it and that I was enjoying it because he made me enjoy it. You mean I actually like doing this? Ooooh! Yes, I had to admit, I _really_ liked doing this. Paul sliding in and out of me sent tingles up my back and in my stomach and all over my body. Like I said, the feeling was hard to explain but it just felt so good I didn't think I could get enough. Paul reached his hand over and down between my legs and touched my clit. My whole body spasmed. I had forgotten how close I was to orgasm when he'd stopped touching me. Now he slowly moved his finger over my throbbing clit and I was close to orgasm quickly. He fucked my ass faster. I couldn't believe how easily my body accomodated him. I felt like my body was a violin and his cock was the bow that made the music. He strummed faster inside me while playing with my clit. I began almost bouncing from the stimulation. "Oh, Paul, I think I'm going to cum." I said. "Me too, Honey. C'mon baby. I want to feel you cum. I want you to enjoy sex for a change, not just give in. Yes, Honey, you can do it." I moaned and cried out from his relentless touch. I moved faster beside him until I spasmed and throbbed into a tremendous explosive orgasm. I shivered and moved and tightened up around him. My motions brought Paul over the edge and moments later he pounded hard into my ass filling me with his hot cum. We laid there, like two spoons, sweating and panting together. I felt so good I didn't want to move for fear of losing the feeling. After awhile, Paul pulled out, and stood up. "C'mon Honey, it's time to get up." Paul said. Suddenly, I felt happy and refreshed. I stood up beside him. He grabbed me in a big bear hug. "Thanks, Honey. That was lots of fun. Can we do it again some time?" he asked. My mind was reeling as the reality of my happy marriage and my terrible infidelity and the immense pleasure I'd received started to all ask for my attention. "I...I don't know, Paul. What do I tell my husband when he gets home? What...I...oh, I just don't know. It was fun but I just can't ruin my whole life out of my uncontrollable lustfulness." I sounded so stupid but I just couldn't say all the things I was thinking. "Oh, Honey, you worry too much. I'll take care of everything. David is running late today so he won't be home until you're ready for him. You don't have to tell him a thing. In fact, I'll make it easy on you. You won't remember a thing. All you'll remember is the magazine salesperson coming to the door. Sometime, I might stop by again...For now, you need to go hop back in the shower so you're ready for your husband when he gets home." Paul said. Paul kissed my firmly on the lips and then exited through the front door. I went upstairs and took off my bathrobe so I could take a quick after work shower. I hadn't had a particularly good day at work but for some reason I felt wonderful! My office must've been hot 'cause I felt kind of sticky but, no matter. That would be resolved in no time. I climbed into the shower and enjoyed the hot water pouring over me. Why was I downstairs in my robe? Oh yeah. Just when I was getting into the shower the doorbell rang and it was that nice magazine salesman. I hoped he was happy doing that since he seemed like such a nice man. Did I need to shave? No, my legs and pussy feel pretty smooth. I gathered some rich lather in my hand and slid it down over my pussy. Felt good. Yeah, it was all smooth. I turned around so the hot water was beating on my breasts. I put soap on my ass and spread it around with my hands. I slid a finger down my crack and felt really turned on. I added more soap and slipped a finger up inside. I almost came from the sensations it caused. Wow! That felt good. I tried it again, but it didn't feel the same. Just felt like me washing my ass. Oh, well. Maybe I'll have time to finger myself to orgasm on the bed before David gets home. I shut off the water and dried myself off with the towel. I climbed out of the tub and threw on my robe. I went into the bedroom, lay on the bed and opened the robe. I cupped my bare pussy then reached with one finger for my clit. David should be home by now so I didn't have much time. I thought about that good looking magazine salesman who stopped by and wondered what kind of lover he'd be and what his cock would look like and I fingered myself faster and faster, then tensed up and spasmed as I orgasmed quickly. I heard the key in the door as I stood and straightened my robe. I went to meet my husband. "Hi, Honey. I stopped and picked up a couple things from the grocery store. I got some milk, eggs, bread and I'm not sure what else. Didn't know what we needed but for some reason I felt like we needed some of this stuff tonight." Thanks, David, for stopping off and taking your time. I needed the time alone to relax. I feel so refreshed now. *end* ===================== "Honey's Uninvited Guest" Honey -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>