A Strangers Touch

A/N: So, I haven’t written anything in forever, well not posted anyways lol, but I got such sudden inspiration for this, I thought I’d try. It’s the first part only, there will be a second part, but I lost steam. Give me a bit. I have it in my head, I just can’t translate to…computer? Anyways, this came after a friend and I had this rather intense internet chat regarding our secret fantasies and how we’d act them out. I am in no way promoting non-consensual sex, or saying rape is ok, I have friends that have been and it’s not cool. But, with that being said, the idea of being ‘forced’ (by someone we know and trust and love) is a kink of mine. So, this first part is what I told him I fancied, and his will be in the next chapter. It’ll just take me some time to word it properly. Thanks.


I had just closed the door behind me, when I felt the arms wrap around me. Hot breath against my cheek and the words, “Don’t make a sound!” whispered so harshly into my ear. Unbidden, a shudder wracked my body. The right hand of my attacker left my waist to roughly grope my left breast. A hard grab had me moan out loud. It had been so long since I had felt the touch of another. Even this unwanted strangers touch had me wanting more. How sick was I that I found this arousing? He seemed to realize that I far to much enjoyed his fondling, so when he did it again, but gentler this time, my head rolled to the right and back exposing my throat. His left hand came up to replace his right which had drifted down to grab my crotch. His mouth trailed nips, bites and licks up and down my neck. I started to ride his hand, it was so good. Again, his voice whispered into my ear “Fuck, look at you, you whore. Riding my hand, wanting, needing my touch. You do, don’t you? Want me, need me? Tell me. Tell me that you want me take you up against your wall, hard and fast. Tell me, whore.” His words, though they should have disgusted me, wouldn’t they disgust a normal person?, they only encouraged me to increase the movements of my hips. I did. I wanted, needed this man to fuck me.

“Don’t say anything that will make me leave. I will. Say anything, scream for help and I’ll be gone. You’ll be left here, wanting like the cock slut you are. But, if you’re good, I’ll give you everything you need, don’t worry. I won’t hurt you…not in any way you don’t want that is. And you do want it to hurt, don‘t ya? And I will. I’ll make you hurt so god damn good bitch. You’ll be screaming for me, as your God, to never leave, to never stop, and I won’t. But only if you’re a good little whore and get on your knees right the fuck now. Nod if you understand.” Speechless, terrified and so fucking turned on, I nodded as fast as I could. I could hear his hiss of pleasure before I was flipped around and forced to my knees. The bulge that greeted me was impressive. I could almost see it pulsing through his dark jeans. My hands lifted to fumble with the button and zipper. I was so nervous. What if I didn’t please him? Would he…punish me? I closed my eyes as the thought of being punished caused a wave of lust to hit me, and hit me hard. Fuck, I was getting wet just thinking about it. I felt him wrap his large hand around my hair and he pulled and it hurt but I wanted, needed pleaseohgod dontstop!!! Forcing my eyes to meet his, my mouth dropped as I took in my attackers face for the first time. ‘Handsome.’ was the first thing that came to mind. So unbelievably handsome. His lips looked so hard but soft, his skin the held the slightest tan, and his eyes, my GOD his eyes. Dark. So dark. Hot. His emotions I could see swirling in their depths. The heat that he was conveying with them, I tried to close my eyes to his but he pulled my hair again and I looked into those dark, hot eyes.

“Unzip me and wrap your lips around my cock now. Don’t dawdle.” He lessened his grip ever so slightly on my hair and I reached for his button again. This time, I was able to undo the button and pull the zipper down. What I saw, was a hard, long, thick cock just asking to be worshipped. Almost shyly, I eased my tongue out to lick the slit. His harsh intake of air let me know that he liked it. I swirled my tongue around the head and began to lower my head. I only managed to get a few inches in comfortably before I felt my gag reflex start to be triggered. I paused in my ministrations to try and get my jaw and throat relaxed enough to take more in. I felt the hand in my hair push against my head slightly, forcing me to take in another inch. I coughed and chocked and tried to pull away but his hand, his grip kept me in place. He was still forcing my head forward, trying to make me take all of him in. I was still only about halfway down when I made a big mistake. I tried to gasp. Air! I needed air! Fuck, I couldn’t breathe. People need to breathe, if they don’t, they die. Stupid panicked thoughts kept running through my head and tears of frustration started to leak from my eyes. And my hands, my traitorous hands lifted to his thighs, ‘what nice thighs’ flew through my mind, and tried to push away.

He pulled my head up and off his cock and glared at me, his eyes showing his anger and disapproval. He was mad, mad at me. I had failed him. I knew that I would. Why do I always fuck things up? What’s wrong with me? Is this why I had been all alone for so long? Do guys just have some sort of radar or something that let’s them know how utterly pathetic I am? As my tears of frustration turned to tears of sorrow and shame, something must have shown and his gaze softened the slightest bit. His grip loosened from my hair and his long fingers carded through my locks. He let his fingers rest under my chin and ever so gently, tilted my head up to meet his eyes fully. His voice, his oh so deliciously deep voice wrapped around me, “You want me to fuck your face don’t you? You want me to shove my hard cock down your throat, make me cum and swallow it all down like the cock slut you are right? Then take it. Take what I give you and don’t fight it. Relax and let me do what you need to have done. Now, swallow me bitch.” And with that said, he settled his hand back on my head and brought me forward once more. This time, this time I would be ready for him.

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Opening my mouth, I took in the head, breathed through my nose, and with a slight push took in almost half. I paused briefly to let the breath leave my nose and relax myself to prepare for the next stage. I lifted my eyes to take in his expression. His eyes were half lidded, lips parted and his hand twitched on the back of my head. With our eyes still locked I ploughed forward and took in the rest of his cock. I felt the hot, hard shaft slide down my throat and my muscles fighting the intrusion. Finally, he was all the way in, and from the way he caressed my hair, he must have liked the feeling. With another breath through my nose, I hoped for the best and attempted to swallow. The low groan that left sounded as though it had come straight from deep within his chest. The way I was convulsing around him, he loved it. I could tell. Then, his other hand came to the side of my head and using both hands, slowly pulled me off, only to bring me slowly back. Again and again, he got me used to the feeling of my mouth being so full, and when he was able to leave and enter freely, he picked up the pace. Within seconds, he was slamming his hips forward and dragging my head back, fucking my face like he promised. He shoved himself all the way down and held my head in place. I could still feel his hips thrusting, trying desperately to get any further, and I moaned. It felt so great to be so full. My moans sent vibrations all through his cock and his answering moan let me know how much he liked it. Feeling bold, I moaned deliberately this time and when I heard him groan, I tried something I had only read about. I hummed. True, it wasn’t a full out melodious sound, but it seemed to do the trick. His eyes snapped open, looked at me, my lips stretched out over him, tears welled in my eyes, cheeks flushed with arousal, and pulled out. Only to slam himself in over and over and over again, each time harder, faster, rougher than the last. Soon, ‘too soon’ my head told me, I felt him tense up. Still caught in each others gaze, over the blood pounding in my ears I heard him tell me to “Drink it, drink what I give you and don’t you dare spill a drop.” Then he exploded. His taste, bitter and strong, was everywhere in my mouth. There was so much. He pulled me off, and let the last of his cum spray all over my face. I was gasping in shock, horror and absolute disbelief. But I still had never been as turned on in my life. I swallowed what was in my mouth, grimacing at the effort and how much there was, then waited for what my attacker had planned next.

His hands grabbed my shoulders and yanked me up to him. He looked at me, covered in his cum and slammed his mouth to mine. I could feel his tongue lick my lips, his teeth pull at them and then, he was inside my mouth, fucking me with his tongue, and oh God had I ever been kissed like this? Claimed like this? Sweet Jesus, he was everywhere at once, mapping out my gums and teeth, trying to suck my very soul out. I grasped at his shoulders trying to ground myself, trying to keep up to him, trying to lay my own claim even though I knew I was far outmatched. My oh so limited experience showed and I think he took pity on me for it. He slowed down his brutal attack and left lingering kisses over my mouth, cheeks, nose, forehead, wherever he could reach. His cum was drying on my face, and he noticed. He finally pulled away, and ripped my shirt over my head. He began to wipe himself away from my face and when he was done threw the shirt down. He looked appraisingly at my chest and I felt my face heat up with a furious blush. How long had it been since another man had looked at me? Four years? Five? I’m sure it was closer to six, and even then, never had such a look of…hunger etched on their features. His hands on my shoulders slowly pushed the straps of my bra down. With a deep shuddering intake of breath, I raised my hands up to undo the clasp, and I let my bra fall to the ground. Bare from the waist up in front of this handsome stranger, I finally clued in that Oh My God, just What The Fuck was I DOING?!?!?! I don’t do stuff like this. I’m a good girl. I don’t do drugs, or drink excessively or do one night stands or have random stranger sex with some fucking guy that broke into my apartment? Some of what I was feeling must have been showing on my face, because the next thing I knew, I was face first in the wall, his hands tugging my jeans and underwear down and then I was naked.

Even though my back was turned and I couldn’t see what he was doing, I could feel his eyes looking over every inch of my bare skin. His warm hands were on my ass, pushing up and out, trying to look into all my secrets. I couldn’t help it, a small moan worked its way out. Hot breath blew across my hole and I clenched my cheeks together. A dark chuckle sounded behind me, and I cautiously looked over my shoulder only to be gifted with a wicked grin. He was still fully clothed, but his renewed erection stuck out from the V of his jeans. So sexy. Then, I was up over his shoulder, getting a close-up of the most magnificent ass I had ever seen. “Bedroom?” was husked out from a dry sounding throat and I vaguely motioned to general area with my foot. I suddenly found myself flung down onto my bed, sprawled out like some cheap porn star. The fact that I didn’t mind in the least shocking me. He stood in the glow of the light spilling from the hallway and he looked like some dark, ferocious angel…with his dick hanging out. Un-fucking-believable. Was this really happening? The sudden press of a warm, hard body against mine answered that. Yes it was, and I couldn’t wait.