My fantasy, my obsession
written by:
Tammi

Hi my name is Tammi and for those who have read my other stories on this site, or checked out my profile you already know quite a bit about me and my sexual tastes. But this story is not just about my sexual fantasies, or experiences, it was about a fantasy that a few years ago became a dark obsession.

My husband Steve loves talking dirty to me. During one of our many love making sessions he talked about watching me being sexually taken by a stranger. The thought aroused me so much that I came right then and there while pretending Steve was the stranger. The problem was the idea did not go away! Instead it became such a sexual fixation that I just couldn't seem to have an orgasm when I was with Steve or when I was masturbating without first imagining myself being suddenly sexually taken by an unknown stranger.

Almost always my faceless stranger was a black guy, other times Hispanic and some times white, but he was always well hung and never said a word to me. He just used me for his own pleasure and then left. I tried talking with Steve about it but all he did was get a huge erection and fucked me like a wild man. That was great for him and, okay it was good for me too, but it didn't help me in moving beyond my obsession. In fact it only made it worse.

That was when I decided to talk to my friend Sara about my problem. Sara is a good friend of mine from when we were both roommates in university. We had been very close and yes even intimate with each other during the time we lived together in res. I felt like I could talk to Sara about anything. It also helped that Sara had studied psychology at university and was happily married with two kids just like me.

So it was over a cup of coffee that I poured out my heart to Sara. "The thing is, it seems to be getting worse, and I can't seem to have an orgasm without these thoughts and images of being taken by a stranger!"

"Have you talked to Steve about this?" asked Sara. "Every time I try he just gets horny and fucks me, so all he is doing is reinforcing my obsession," I explained.

"Well do you think you actually want to get raped?" Sara asked as she stared deep into my eyes. "N-no," I replied uncertainly. "I don't want to be hurt, I just want to be taken without me knowing or expecting it. That's what scares me is that I may put myself in a situation where I do end up getting hurt."

Sara then sat back and took a drink of her coffee. A little smirk played across her lips. "What?!" I asked as I felt my face go red with embarrassment, "you think I'm crazy don't you?"

"No, I think you need to have your fantasy fulfilled," Sara answered. "In fact," she said, "I have a friend of mine at work, who is black and hung like a horse and loves fucking us married white chicks." "How do you know all that?" "Because I've let him fuck me at least half a dozen times silly!" Now it was my turn to giggle, "Oh God Sara you are so good at being bad."

With that Sara leaned close to me and said, "You're not so good yourself." She then leaned forward and kissed me. Our tongues intertwined and I felt my nipples go instantly hard. "Maybe I can take your mind off of your obsession for at least an hour," Sara said as she led me from the kitchen, down the hall and into her bedroom.

We both quickly stripped naked and a few minutes later we were entwined. Our bodies exploring touching and tasting each other with the same urgent need we had back in university. Sara then opened her dresser side table. "I've been saving this for a special occasion," she said as she pulled out a thick double ended dildo. It was pink and about 16 inches long with a set of fake balls placed in the middle.

"You are so bad!" I exclaimed as I sat on her face and went down on her. Like me her bush was neatly trimmed. In no time at all I had her bucking towards an orgasm and I savored the delicious and familiar taste of her pussy juice. Then while I continued to sit on her face, I slid one end of the dildo into her eager pussy. Then I hoped off and placed my wet pussy over the other end. Then gazing deep into Sara's eyes I lowered my self down onto it. In moments we both had 8 inches of thick rubber cock buried inside us as we rubbed our clits together and felt the fake set of balls grind against our pussy lips.

Sara had yet another orgasm but I still couldn't cum, not until Sara whispered in my ear, "Pretend your stranger is making us do this, making us fuck each other for his pleasure." The thought hit me like an electric shock and I suddenly came hard and collapsed on top of Sara with the dildo still inside of us.

Sara played with my hair and kissed me while she murmured, "don't worry I'll make it all better."

"What happens if I get afraid and I want him to stop?" I asked. "Just yell Uncle," Sara replied. I giggled again, "Uncle?" "Yeah I'll tell him uncle means that you want him to stop. Don't worry he may look like a bouncer but underneath all that rippling muscle he's a real teddy bear!" Rippling muscle? I felt my pussy spasm in anticipation of what was to come.

For the next few days I gave every black man I saw a second look. But days went by and then weeks and I started to think that Sara had just been teasing me. So I tried my best to put the whole matter out of my mind. Steve had noticed my growing depression and had thoughtfully agreed to give me a break by taking the kids swimming that Staurday afternoon. So I was all alone doing some laundry when I thought I heard our patio door open.

I went upstairs and sure enough the patio door was wide open. It being a warm summer afternoon I enjoyed the cool breeze that sudenly blew in. I closed my eyes as I felt my nipples stiffen underneath the thin cotton summer dress I was wearing. I thought about the fact I wasn't wearing any panties and how anyone could come in that door and take me.

But no one was here so sadly I turned around, opened my eyes and screamed! Standing in front of me was a man at least six and a half feet tall. He had coal black skin and his teeth flashed white as he smiled at me, "What's the matter weren't you expecting me?"

Without even thinking I ran down the hallway. I knew that if I could make it to the bedroom I could lock the door and dial for help. This was all too much too real. Yes I had fantasized about this, but this was the real thing, I was about to get raped by a total stranger! Oh god I wasn't even on birth control what the hell had I been thinking?!

I had just made it to the bedroom door when I was grabbed and thrown on the bed. A second later my sundress was torn from my body and I was completely naked! I went to scream again but a huge hand descended over my mouth and I stared at my attacker in wide eyed fear. He had already taken off his shirt and I could see his rippling chest muscles and huge biceps. With his other hand he undid his pants and pulled out the largest thickest and blackest cock I had ever seen in my life. I tried to scream again but his thick hand continued to muffle the sound.

It was then I remembered the safe word, "Uncle!" "Umple, Umple, Umple" I yelled over and over again into his meaty hand as he placed the massive head of his cock against my trembling pussy.

Then he stopped and looked at me with concern. "What did you say?" he asked in an angry voice. "Did you say uncle?" I nodded and he suddenly got up and began to get off the bed and pull his pants back up. As his massive tool disappeared behind his jeans I yelled, "Wait!"

He looked at me with an irritated expression. I then took a deep breath, "Listen I don't know who you are, but I know why you are here and you can do anything you want to me just as long as you don't hurt me and I promise I won't say anything to my uncle or anyone else."

He smiled as he caught on to what I was really saying; I had just rescinded my safe word! I lay back on the bed trembling again with fear and sexual excitement. This time he took the time to take off his pants completely as well as his socks and runners. He then gazed down at my pussy and growled.

It was then he suddenly leaned forward and buried his face in my pussy. I came almost instantly as he licked and swallowed my pussy juices like a man dying of thirst. Then he kept licking me until I was begging for him to fuck me.

He then stopped reached down to his jeans which were lying at the foot of the bed and pulled out some nylon cord. He then began to bind me. He started by tying my wrists above my head and then he ran the cord around and between my breasts and pulled the looped rope tight until my tits were engorged with blood. Then he tied my ankles back so I was spread open and completely helpless. The rope was also secured to the bed rails so there was no way I could move off the bed or even roll on my side. I just had to lay there splayed open and bound.

"Hey honey are you ready to be bred by a brother?" he said as he placed his massive cockhead against my open and sopping wet pussy. I moaned as he likely had no idea how close he was to the truth. "Would you like a nice brown baby for you and your husband to raise" he taunted as he slowly began pushing his dark manhood into my trembling pink pussy. "Yesss," I moaned, "Yes I would!" It was at that moment I knew I was prepared to give myself completely to this massive tall dark stranger.

Gently working his massive head into my slit, I saw stars as he slowly pushed the entire length of his ten inch cock into my pussy. It was a good thing I had already had two kids because otherwise he would have torn me apart! I then came hard as I felt his big black balls come to rest against me. I was tied so tight I could barely breathe let alone move but I managed to find enough air to scream as he began pistoning his big beautiful cock out of my pussy while I began to orgasm time and time again.

The feelings were so intense I begged and pleaded for him to stop but he just laughed and then after what seemed to be an eternity he told me he was going to cum in me. "Nooooo!" I yelled, "I'm not on any birth control!"

"I know," he replied coldly, "Sara told me." I then felt him spurt deep inside me and I knew I was at the most fertile part of my cycle. I could tell that morning from the egg white consistency of my pussy juice that I was ovulating. The betrayal of my husband all but complete, I came hard as he continued to spurt inside me.

My stranger then pulled out of me and then started getting dressed while tears rolled down my eyes. "How could I have been so stupid? How could Steve ever find it in his heart to forgive me?

I began to sob and then noticed that my stranger was dressed and heading out the bedroom door. "Wait!" I screamed, "You can't leave me like this?!" He just laughed and said, "I want that baby batter to soak in real good before your husband gets home!"

With that he left as I lay there tightly bound and totally helpless and I began to sob uncontrollably. About 15 minutes later I heard the front door unlock, oh god it was my husband and he would probably have the kids with him! I struggled to move but couldn't. I began to sob again when my husband walked into our bedroom alone.

"Wow you look good enough to eat!" was all he said. "W-what?" I asked. I knew that my tears had made my mascara run and that I probably looked like a raccoon. My lipstick was smeared and my pussy was full of cum and that I reeked of sex and another man's sweat.

Steve just looked at me and kissed me. He then sucked on my tender nipples which was almost painful as my breasts were still bound, then I gasped again as he buried his face in my cum filled pussy.

"MMMmmm nothing beats coming home to a fresh cream pie on a sunny afternoon!" he exclaimed as he ate me. "H-hon uh eeee" I gasped as he continued slurping on my cream filled pussy. "That is another man's cum you're eating!"

"I know," said Steve as he continued licking and slurping. "Well I'm not on any birth control," I added. "I know that too" said Steve as he continued to lick me. It was then I began crying, "Oh God honey what if I'm pregnant?" I wailed.

Steve looked up at me and then stood up. I gazed at him wondering what he would do. He tore off his clothes and slid his cock into me. I was so stretched out I could barely feel him. "Honey, I thought you always wanted a little chocolate baby," Steve said as he kissed me. "Are you crazy?" What would our friends think what would your mother think?" I said as Steve began thrusting harder inside me. "They'd probably think you were a dirty little cum slut who loves black cock," he said. As the full impact of Steve's words hit me I came.

"But I wouldn't worry about all that," said Steve. "Why?" I asked as Steve continued to pummel my splayed open pussy. "Sara's black friend is already married and his wife had him fixed about three years ago, so he was just firing blanks."

Steve then laughed as I tried my best to grab him, bite him, do anything but I was still hopelessly bound. It was then Steve grunted and came inside me. As he lay on top of me, enjoying his post orgasmic buzz, I was still a little angry but deeply relieved. Steve then pushed himself off of me. He gave one last look at my tightly bound and thoroughly fucked body and then began untying me. I gasped as the full flow of blood was restored to various parts of my body. Steve then looked at his watch and said, "Oops I gotta go."

"What for?" I asked. "To get the kids, there still at Mom's place," he replied as he began getting dressed. As I heard Steve's car back out the driveway I rolled over and looked in my dresser mirror at the image that confronted me.

My hair was a mess, I had rope marks all over me and my pussy was full of jizz from two different men. I lifted my leg back and stuck a finger into my pussy. It was so loose that I slid in two and then three fingers. As I pulled them out they were coated in cum, so I licked them and I let some of the white spunk dribble on my chin. I then dipped three fingers in again and then remembering how good it felt to be stretched by my black stranger I slipped in a fourth finger and then my thumb. I looked down and saw that only the knuckles of my hand kept me from sliding my whole hand in.

I pulled my hand out and dribbled more cum on my face and tits, and then I again placed my hand against my pussy. I felt it stretch so I pushed harder until I felt my whole hand slip inside my pussy! I made a fist and I could feel the cum and juices squish around my hand. I then looked back at the mirror. Now I could see cum dribbled all over my face and tits and my fist buried inside my own pussy. "God you are such a filthy slut!" I said to my own image in the mirror and then I cane so hard I felt my pussy juices gush onto my forearm and down my ass soaking the sheets underneath me.

I then slowly pulled my hand out of my tender and stretched out pussy and then like a contented cat I drifted off into a late afternoon snooze.