It started as a home invasion phone sex fantasy. Sometime, in the middle of the night, a masked stranger woke me up from my deep sleep. Since it had been a beautiful, warm night, I left the patio door open, giving this masked stranger easy entrance into my home. I felt a hand over my mouth that startled me awake. When I started screaming, he yelled at me to be a good slut and shut up and listen.
When I kept begging him to leave me alone, he put duct tape on my mouth. But I still uttered some muffled cries. He got on top of me, and I started to struggle. If I am anything, I am a fighter. In my head, I thought if I gave him enough of a fight, he would leave. But that did not happen. The masked stranger had rope, and he tied my hands behind my back. I feared this might be some one from my submissive phone sex past.
But I kept struggling, so he placed duct tape around my ankles too. Somehow, he rolled me off the bed, lifted me over his shoulder and carried me out of my house. He dumped me in the trunk of his car. And I thought I might die. The road felt bumpy. A few turns, and after about 15 minutes the car stopped. I heard footsteps coming towards the car, so I knew I had arrived wherever he took me. But would this be my final destination?
It Started Out as My Worst Nightmare
He carried me out of the trunk of his car into a cabin. Soon the rope around my wrists, and the duct tape on my ankles switched to leather restraints. Somehow, he spread my legs and my arms and fastened me to the floor with bolts. My entire body trembled. Soon I heard the masked man tell me that my husband knew what a cheating whore I had been. He claimed my husband sent him to punish me.
When I tried to lie muffled that I had not cheated, he slapped my face. He ripped the duct tape off my mouth as my eyes adjusted to the dark room. Only one red bulb illuminated the room. So, in my scared state, I pleaded some more to be set free. But that did not happen. He flipped me over and re attached my restraints to the bolts in the floor and started paddling my bare ass. Not what I would call hot ass sex.
He flipped me back over on my bac again. And this time, he focused on my tits. He tied them up like torpedoes. So, I asked him if he planned on killing me. He pulled off his mask and said, “No Cassie. But I plan to make you my wet slut again.” In that moment, I realized my intruder was no other than my naked handyman with whom I did cheat on my husband with.
My Masked Stranger Turned Out to Be My Lover
But I felt conflicted. Did he mean me harm? Had he just been pretending to be a good guy? My head raced with thoughts. My husband did not know about our affair. He just wanted me alone again. When he kissed my lips gently, I knew he did not mean me any harm. But still, I felt like he took me on a scary carnival ride. He left me tied up, but I no longer felt scared. However, I did feel aroused.
My pussy got wet, and my nipples got hard. And in that moment, I gave all my trust to my naked handyman. I knew that even tied up that he would make sweet love to me. But not before he sexually tortured me some more. In a good way though. Vibrating nipple clamps and his hot breath on my neck, made my pussy purr and the hairs on my body stand up. But this time in arousal, not fear. There was no more fear.
As his tongue licked my entire body, he could taste how aroused he made me. His tongue plunged deeply into my wet kitty, and I thought I might cum instantly. How quickly I went from feeling scared to feeling aroused. I told him I belonged to him. And I wanted to leave my boring husband. He made my body feel electrified.
Only My Naked Handyman Could Make Me That Wet
Suddenly, our Air Supply song came on throughout the house. Still restrained, I begged him to fuck me. I needed his cock inside me. But he teased my clit as he thrust a vibrator deep inside me. No one makes me cum like my naked handy man I told him. He pulled out after some thrusts and started kissing all over my sweaty body. We locked lips again. And our tongues intertwined.
After some passionate kissing, he went back to licking my womanhood until I exploded again. He had not cum yet, but I had cum already three times. And I begged him to let me feel his throbbing cock in my mouth. I felt like his wet slut. He licked my body some more instead of putting his cock in my mouth or my pussy like I begged. My body shook uncontrollably again as he made me cum a fourth time. If making me cum was an Olympic sport, he would take home the gold.
Finally, however, he removed his clothes as I begged him to fuck his wet slut. As he entered me, my body felt like it was on fire. And it was but for him. Only him. My wetness drenched his cock. We made love until we both collapsed in a ball of sweat and love from our intense orgasms. Finally, he removed my restraints so I could hold him tightly and feel his hot, sexy body. In that moment, I belonged to him. Hugging each other tight, I thought my heart might beat right out of my chest.
In His Arms, I Feel Safe and Loved
We spooned for awhile lost in the sounds of our hearts beating as one. He asked me if I wanted to go home, but of course I wanted to spend the night with him. I wanted to spend every night with him. After a few hours in each other’s arms, we took a shower and ended up in each other’s arms again after we washed away our sweat. But we could never wash away our love. Falling asleep in his arms felt so right, so natural. And my last thought before I drifted off to sleep was that I would never leave his place or his arms again.
