After Work Pleasure Ch. 02

After Work Pleasure Ch. 2: A Night In

To Beka, for sharing her fantasies with me all the time. Now I'm returning the favour.

Friday at last. No work tomorrow.

After a full six days of working non-stop I was really looking forward to a quiet night in. Maybe I'd open a bottle of red after dinner, put on my favourite Fast & Furious movie and let Vin Diesel's erotic voice lull me into some much needed sleep.

It's been months since that sexy encounter in the alley with my handsome stranger. As I walked home I thought about how stupid and reckless I'd been. So many things could have gone wrong. I shuddered at the thought. Never again.

Unlocking the door to my apartment, I shuffled inside and immediately started stripping, wanting to take a shower and wash the smell of coffee and food from my hair.

Naked, I padded into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. While waiting for the water to heat, I examined my tired self in the opposite mirror. There was a hint of dark shadow under my cat green eyes. Otherwise, my slender body looked none the worse for wear. With long shapely legs, a small waist and firm, rounded breasts, romantic novels would describe my body as 'made for loving'. Right. The only loving I'd be getting tonight is probably an ear-gasm from Vin Diesel's voice!

I donned a pair of red cotton short shorts without panties and a black singlet sans bra after I finished showering.

Finally, I was settled on my couch with leftover lasagna, a glass of red wine and the movie playing on my flat screen TV. I'd turned the lights off, using the light from the TV screen to help me eat.

A noise startled me and I opened my eyes. I hadn't realized I'd drifted to sleep. Subconsciously I must have turned the TV off before I fell asleep because the screen was blank and the room was pitch black.

I heard shuffling coming from the door but before I could get up a firm hand covered my mouth. Shocked, I screamed but the only sound that came out was muffled. I swung my fist at where I thought my assailant's face would be but only caught a shoulder. The intruder didn't seem to feel it and judging from the bulging muscle in the shoulder I'd just hit, he was a very big man.

I began to panic. I struggled to stand, kicking and swinging my arms but it had no effect. This darkness was really not helping me. He stopped my struggles by climbing onto the couch and pinning me with his body. I was breathing heavily and my useless struggles must have aroused him because I could feel his erection digging into my hip.

"I am going to take my hand away. If you try to scream I will gag you. Then I will make what I'm about to do very, very bad for you. If you cooperate, you'll enjoy this as much as I will. Understood?"

My eyes widened. I tried hard not to hyperventilate as I realized what this stranger was about to do. Sure, I had my own rape fantasies and they never failed to make my pussy dripping wet when I masturbated but they were just fantasies. This was very real and I didn't know what to do.

Thinking it was best if I played along, I nodded my head slowly. The stranger removed his hand and for a moment I was relieved, but then he gathered both of my trapped wrists and pulled them over my head, keeping them there with one massive hand.

He kissed me. To my surprise, his kiss was soft and I was momentarily confused. I regained my senses when I felt his fingers find my nipple through the singlet and I tried to bite him, using all of my strength in an effort to buck him off. He merely lifted his head away to evade my teeth and shifted his body so that that hard cock was now pressed against my pussy.

"Now now, kitten. What did I say about playing nice?"

His voiced seemed somewhat familiar but before I could think about it his lips were on mine again. I tried to keep my mouth closed but he forced it open using his free hand and his tongue dove in. He plundered and he took. He ground his lower body against mine and it hit me just right, putting a delicious pressure on my clit.

I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of reacting but it was getting hard not to. As he continued to grind against me I could feel myself getting wet. This was so much like my fantasies. When he pulled the singlet down and sucked gently on my nipple I couldn't help but moan. He flicked the hardened bud with his tongue then twirled it round and around the areola before putting as much of my breast in his mouth as he could manage and sucking hard. All the while his hand was plucking and tweaking the other nipple, making it just as hard.

I found myself getting increasingly turned on by what this stranger was doing to me.

He lifted his hips for a fraction of a moment and I felt my shorts sliding down my legs and off. Then he was touching me again and he must have found time to undo his pants because now it was his rock hard cock grinding against my bare, shaved pussy.

He inserted a finger at my entrance, just a teasing fraction, withdrew.

"Oh you are so ready for me."

I heard a licking and sucking noise.

"And you taste just as sweet as I remember."

Oh. Oh. It'shim.

Before I could fully come to terms with the intruder being the sexy stranger from the alley, he entered me in one forceful thrust. I cried out in surprise and the sudden fullness that was bordering on pain. Then he stilled, giving me some time to get used to his size. He kissed me again and this time I participated, sucking and licking at his tongue, which tasted faintly of my own juices.

He inserted a finger at the top of my slit and found my clit. Rubbing it back and forth, oh-so-slowly, he drove me mad with want. All this time he still had my arms locked above my head so I couldn't do anything to help myself.

Fear seemed the furthest thing from my mind.

"Move. Please, please just move. Please," I begged. I could feel his answering smile on my lips.

He withdrew and I whimpered from the loss. But in a smooth move, he flipped me over and thrust into me from behind. I was kneeling on the couch now, with my head resting on the armrest and my arms secured behind my back. The position should have been uncomfortable but I was too turned on to care.

At long last he began to move. Slowly at first, with long deliberate thrusts that wasn't at all what I needed. There was only one thing I could do in this position to speed things up. I clamped my muscles around him. On each withdraw I'd squeeze his cock with my inner muscles as if I were milking him dry.

Soon he was as crazed as I was, sliding fast and hard, in and out of me. I could feel my own wetness running down my leg. With his free hand he stroked my clit in time with his thrusts, creating a friction that was building up my pleasure. I was moaning uncontrollably; wanting. Oh how I wanted.

Little tremors started and I knew I was about to have the most intense orgasm of my life. He must have felt it too because he sped up his thrusts and it was almost too much. Then he pressed down on my clit with his finger and I was there, falling off the cliff and into pure pleasure that had me crying out.

As I kept spasming around his rigid cock he kept moving at the same frantic pace. Finally, with a growl, he came and I could feel his seed spilling into me in hot spurts.

When we were both spent he let go of me and we collapsed onto the couch. He moved over so he was no longer squashing me. I had so many questions but I was so utterly exhausted that when I closed my eyes I immediately drifted off...

When I awoke the next morning, sunlight streaming in through the window, I was naked from the waist down. He was gone, but it hadn't been a dream.