The Night Stranger

The Night Stranger</p>
Cathy had just returned home from choir practice. This session had run longer than normal as they were polishing up a few final pieces in preparation for their upcoming overseas tour. It would be her first trip overseas and she was excited about going. She had worked particularly hard the last few months to make sure that she would be among the final group of sopranos selected for the trip.
Tonight, she learned that she had made the cut and felt a deep sense of accomplishment and pride. Some of her friends in the choir had invited her to join them for drinks at a local bar, but it was late, she was tired and needed to be at work early in the morning. So, in lieu of celebrating, she decided to head back to her apartment. There, she was greeted by her ever loyal but consistently indifferent cat, whose primary concern was being fed.
After tending to Mr. Tibbs' needs, Cathy poured herself a glass of Pinot Grigio, kicked her shoes off and dropped into her favorite easy chair. As she sipped her wine, she thought about the upcoming trip. Would it be a success? Would she perform well? Would she meet anyone interesting? The last question really meant would she meet a man? It had been a while after all.
There hadn't been a lot of men in her 40 plus years of life, and the last one was one she had tried to forget. They broke up about a year ago after he became first verbally, and then physically abusive. There was the occasional flirtation at choir practice directed at her by one of the tenors, Tony, but it never seemed to go anywhere. As for her "needs," she tended to them with one or more of the toys kept in a drawer next to her bed.
It was warm in the apartment. The AC in the building was hit or miss the last couple of weeks, and tonight it seemed to be the latter. The wine made her drowsy. She finished the last of it as she rose from her chair and put the glass on the kitchen counter as she made her way to the bedroom. It too was warm, even warmer than the living room. She reached up to turn on the overhead fan.
She kicked off her shoes, peeled off her black tights and lifted the white peasant blouse over her head. She tossed them on the chair in the corner and stretched out on top of the bed spread. She turned off the light and lay there in the pitch black darkness in her black bra and panties, spread-eagled, to allow the breeze from above to cool her. She didn't intend to fall asleep that way. She intended to lay there a few moments, cool off, and then get ready for bed properly by brushing her teeth, climbing into her PJs and then slipping in between the fresh sheets she had put on that morning. But that's not what happened.
Was it the slight chill she felt later that woke her? Was it her cat jumping on the bed as she sometimes did in the middle of the night? Or, was it something else? Half awake, still suspended somewhere between the deep sleep she had been in and the reality of the moment, she opened her eyes and struggled to see in the darkness. She thought she made out a figure standing next to her bed, but there was so little light, and in her semi conscious state, she couldn't be sure. Then, the figure spoke.
His voice was soft and soothing, so soft that it was barely audible. But, there was something about it that put her instantly at ease.
"It's OK, Cathy. You don't need to be afraid. I am not going to hurt you."
The voice was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't be sure who it was. She knew she should be afraid but there was something deeply comforting about the voice and she fully believed what the voice was saying. Her rational self told her that she should leap off the bed, scream bloody murder and bolt for the door, but she was still in a dream state and could not will herself to do anything but lay there and listen to the voice, which spoke again in a low soothing tone.
"I know you want this to happen Cathy. I know what you need and I know how to give it to you. I am going to take you to places tonight you have never been before."
With that, the dark figure placed the palm of his warm hand alongside her face and massaged her temple as he gently pulled her head to the edge of the bed.
"That's it Cathy, come closer. I have something for you. I know you want it and tonight it's all yours." While she could only see outlines and shadows, she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered.
She flared her nostrils and took in the unmistakable musky aroma of his manhood. His hand moved up past her temple and closed around her black tresses. Had she been fully awake, this likely would have been the moment that panic overtook her, but there görükle escort was something about the voice. It completely calmed and reassured her.
"Taste me, he said," as he pulled her mouth to him.
Her lips parted and the warm head of his penis slipped in. She ran her tongue around the ridge of its large mushroom head as he gently slid it in and out of her wet lips. Some salty precum dribbled into her mouth as she sucked him. It was nectar to her and just a preview of the milky stream that she hoped would follow. She felt a dampness spreading in her panties as her wetness oozed out of her.
"That's good Cathy. Just like that. Keep doing it just like that."
His hand was on her knee now. He pulled it up and towards him to open her up and give him full access. She felt his finger tracing the damp crevice in her panties from the bottom of her slit up to her clit, where his finger lingered and teased her through the thin fabric. Her moans, muted by the presence of his penis in her mouth, grew louder as he stroked her. This went on for some minutes. The feelings aroused by his soft manipulations of her clitoris were exquisite. Soon, she could feel an orgasm building deep within as he continued to expertly massage her through her panties, which were now so soaked that a small puddle of her juices was wetting the bed covers beneath her.
"You can cum for me now Cathy," he said in that same soothing baritone. "Let it go and cum for me."
As if waiting for his permission, she did as commanded and let it happen. Her whole body shuddered, and her thighs quivered as the orgasm overtook her. He held her head in place, continuing to use her willing mouth as wave after wave of her orgasm swept over her. As the last wave subsided and her body began to relax, he pulled away from her and leaned in next to her ear.
She could feel his warm breath against her ear as he whispered. "Tell me what you want Cathy."
"I want it, she said. I want you to do it to me."
"No, Cathy, he said softly but firmly. You must tell me exactly what you want. Say the words."
"I want you inside me," she said.
"What do you want inside you Cathy? Where do you want it? Tell me. I want to hear you say the words."
Almost pleading now, she said "I want you to fuck me. I want you to bury your cock in my pussy! Please!"
"That's better Cathy," he said, stroking her hair again.
"Take off your panties for me," he said in a soft whisper.
She put both hands in the waistband, raised her hips and slipped them to her knees, where he slipped them off and brought them to her face. He placed the soaked panties over her mouth and nose and said, "breathe in the essence of your pussy Cathy." She deeply inhaled the heady aroma.
"Do you like that Cathy?"
"Yes, I like it," she said.
He reached between her legs and inserted his index finger. It surprised her, but then she felt her vagina close around it as if not wanting to release it.
"You're very tight," he said, as he withdrew his finger. He raised it to her face. It was redolent with the odor of her juices and slick from the wetness of her.
"Open your mouth," he directed.
She obeyed and he placed the length of his finger in her mouth.
"Taste yourself," he commanded.
She sucked and licked his finger until her taste had been fully consumed.
She was no longer in a half-dream state now. She was fully awake, but she didn't care. She wanted him inside her more than anything she had ever wanted before. She didn't care that he was a stranger. She didn't care that she was about to open her legs to a man she knew nothing about and let him penetrate her and even cum in her. See was caught up in the sensuousness of his seduction and all she could think about was surrendering to him.
She heard him unbuckle his belt and the sound of his trousers falling to the floor. Other clothing soon followed. She heard him round the bed and climb in on the other side. Soon, he was lying next to her, the full length of up against her, his penis pressing against her thigh. She heard a metallic sound as he unfolded a jackknife in the dark. He pressed the flat side of the blade against the swell of her breast above her bra.
"What's that," she said, with alarm in her voice.
"Don't worry Cathy. I said I would not hurt you. You must trust me," he said.
With those words, she felt him move the blade between her breasts, where, with one quick motion, he sliced through the narrow band of her bra. Both cups fell away and her large breasts swayed free.
"That's better," he said, as he folded the knife and put it on the nearby bed stand.
Once eskort bayan again, she felt his warm breath near her ear. "Play with yourself Cathy."
She reached between her legs and began to run her finger up and down her slit, pausing to pinch her slippery clit between her forefinger and thumb as she did so. He leaned in and took her nipple in his mouth. It was engorged and fully erect. As she played with herself, his sucking became more intense, as he periodically used his teeth to lightly nip at her. It was as if each time he did so, he was nibbling on her clit. The nerves in her body seemed to be reacting as if all of her pleasure centers were directly connected to her clit.
When she thought she could take it no longer, he raised up to kiss her. It was a long lingering kiss. Their tongues played with each other as they kissed and once again, she felt a thrill shoot through her body.
"What do you want, Cathy?" "Tell me!" he commanded.
This time, she practically screamed "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck the shit out of me."
"That's better," he replied." "Raise your hips up", he said, slipping a pillow under her.
Now, she could see the outline of his figure kneeling between her legs. He pushed her knees back to her chest and pressed them as wide as they would go. She reached under her legs to hold them in place. His fingers were on her again. He was dipping into her wetness in order to wet his cock. Soon, she felt the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He began to push in. At first, her body seemed to resist him, but then she opened up for him and he began to slide in. She was wet, and slick and tight. He began to move in her, at first very slowly and then more rapidly; soon ramming the full length of himself into her with each thrust. She cried out when the tip of his cock encountered her cervix. She had never been with a man this big before. She had never felt so full or felt so at the mercy of anyone like this. He could do whatever he wanted, she thought, and she would not resist. She had surrendered herself completely to him.
She adjusted her hips to compensate for his deepness and now all she felt was pleasure. She looked up, but it was so dark in the room she could not make out the features of his face. He continued to pound away at her. Soon, she felt herself cumming again. This time it was different. Her first orgasm was triggered by his manipulation of her clit - this one was all about penetration.
It began deep within her and resonated along the walls of her vagina. Each nerve ending there was on fire and with each stroke of his cock, they were stimulated by the wet friction of his movements. It was as if each nerve was experiencing his own micro-orgasm, but they were now multiplying and combining into one massive surge of pleasure. It was like a wildfire racing across a field of dry grass in a hot summer wind. It was that intense.
She elevated her hips to meet his last thrust and that put her over the top. She screamed out in ecstasy at the surging orgasm that traveled up and down her entire body. She shuddered and bucked and spasmed until she was spent and lay there under him panting. He was still hard inside her though. She grabbed his hips and held him immobile as she could not risk setting off the flash fire yet again - at least now before she had recovered. He seemed to understand, as he did not protest. Rather, he nuzzled her neck and gently sucked on her nipples as she slowly returned to earth. When she had, he slowly pulled out of her and rolled next to her, lying on his back.
"Did you like that Cathy?" he asked softly.
"Oh my God, she said - that was so intense. I have never cum like that before."
They lay there side by side for a time, until their breathing returned to normal.She turned her head to him. Again, she could see his form but not his features.
"But, you didn't cum" she said, as she reached down between his legs and took him in her hand.
He was still rock hard, so she started to stroke him. He put his hand on her wrist to stop her and said, "I didn't say you could do that." He moved her hand away and placed it next to her.
"Turn over for me," he said. She obeyed. Her face was now buried in a pillow and her back was arched presenting herself to him. She felt and heard him move off the bed and walk around it to where he had disrobed.
In his low baritone, he whispered "Cathy, you touched me without my permission. You shouldn't have done that." She felt his hand softly caress her cheeks from behind, gently massaging her. But then, he drew back and slapped her hard. The loud crack of the slap seemed to altıparmak escort reverberate in the darkness. She cried out in pain and fell forward on the bed.
"Don't move Cathy or it will only get worse," he whispered to her, almost inaudibly.
The stinging sensation did not subside and she felt a hotness in her butt cheeks as a welt began to form. She cried softly into the pillow.
"No need to cry, he said. Just four more."
She cried out with each succeeding slap. Her ass felt as if it had been scalded. She continued to whimper into her pillow, her tears making two damp spots on the pillow case. Her cheeks burned from the slaps, but there was another sensation as well. A feeling of total submission washed over her. She realized that he was totally in charge of her now. She didn't have to make any decisions or risk taking any actions that might lead to her being rejected or humiliated. All she had to do was totally submit. There was relief in that - a calm resignation that she had no control over the situation. All she had to do was to submit, obey and enjoy, and that was perfectly OK. Her muscles untensed and she felt herself relax completely, now fully understanding and accepting what was expected of her.
He was back on the bed now, kneeling over her from behind. She could hear him breathing evenly, but he said nothing for a long time. Finally, he spoke, once again in a low whisper.
"Do you understand why I had to punish you Cathy? You may only do what I say you can. You may only touch me when I say you can. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she replied. "I understand."
Still kneeling behind her, he grasped her hips and pulled her toward him. "Open your legs," he said. She did so and he positioned himself between them. She was still wet.
He gripped her hips firmly as he positioned the tip of his cock against the lips of her vagina. He began to push into her and her vagina sucked in the fullness of his girth and length. There was no pain now, only the exquisite pleasure of his thrusting. He seemed deeper than before, and harder.
It was so quiet in the room that all you could hear was their breathing, her soft moaning and the slippery liquid sound of their love-making. He seemed even deeper now. The tip of his cock was reaching places within her never reached before.
"Tell me how that feels Cathy. Tell me what you want," he said in a low, hoarse whisper.
She moaned in rhythm to his steady thrusting and responded "It feels wonderful. I want you to fuck my pussy hard." She immediately felt the sting of his open hand on her right cheek and cried out, more in surprise than in pain.
"Have you forgotten your manners Cathy? That's not how you ask for something."
She hesitated momentarily and then said "Please fuck me hard, please!"
Another slap rang out in the quiet of the room, this one harder. "Please, just please?" he asked.
Now understanding what was required, she replied "Please, sir."
Another slap, this one even harder, accompanied by an especially hard thrust of his cock that bottomed out in her and caused her to cry out once again. This time, he raised his voice "Please, sir, what?"
"Please sir, I want you to fuck my pussy. I want to feel your hard cock cum in me, sir!"
"That's better," he said, as he continued his thrusting. Soon, his thrusting took on a new urgency and increased in speed. He was breathing heavily now and she could feel his dick throbbing inside her. Now, she could hear him begin to moan, a moan that built to a deep animal-like grunt. He had her firmly by the hips again and with his last thrust, pulled her into him so hard that she heard the loud slap of their bodies meeting. She felt his hot seed begin to pump into her, filling her up and further lubricating his cock. He held her immobile while he emptied stream after stream of cum into her. She could feel her pussy milking him at the same time. When he finally withdrew, a stream of his cum dribbled out of her with and ran down her inner thigh.
Using two fingers of his right hand, he penetrated her pussy and scooped more of his cum out, letting it collect in the palm of his other hand.
"Turn around Cathy. I have something for you, he said."
As she did so, he pushed his two still-wet fingers into her mouth and told her to lick them off. Then he held her mouth open and emptied the remainder of his cum into it, commanding her to lick the palm of his hand clean.
He rose from the bed at that point and stood at the end of it. She could see his silhouette outlined there as he dressed, but could still not make out any details.
"From now on Cathy, you are only to sleep in your black bra and panties. You won't know when I will come again, but when I do, you will be ready for me and you will do as I command. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said submissively.
With that, he slowly backed away from the bed and receded silently into the darkness.