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Author's Note: Although I originally titled the individual stories ‘Taken by...' that seemed too common for my liking. I quickly came up with a unique title for each story, one that's both more pleasing on the eye while giving a clue as to what to expect from each one.
Introduction to this all-new series of 8 stories, which revolve around the fantasies of women. According to Dr Miriam Stoppard's book to accompany the second series on British television about sex and relationships, women have 8 times as many fantasies and sexual thoughts as men, while according to renowned experts, Masters & Johnson, of the top five male and female fantasies, four are the same. The one that is different for men is watching people have sex, something men can fulfil by watching erotic videos or DVD's, while the unique fantasy and, with it, the top most fantasy for women is sex with one or more strangers.
With that in mind, this collection of stories will appeal to both sexes. Enlightenment for men as to what women fantasize about along with a possible new fantasy or take on an old fantasy for women to enjoy reading and, if the mood takes them, role-playing.
Defiled by the plumbers:
"You're hot tonight," Nigel told his wife of five years as he yet again fucked his eight inch dick into her in the doggie position; his hands on Sarah's hips holding her almost still.
If anything, she felt cold. His efforts were doing little if anything to excite her enough to create even the slightest murmur of a climax while her clit, as always, went neglected. To make it easy and clear, she had shaved off most of her raven pubes while leaving a v-shape tuft. It was like an arrowhead pointing towards it.
It was different when they first got together while the excitement she felt at the time came from the possibility of being caught by their parents when they fooled around. Since their marriage, however, the spark had fizzled out and gone. For Nigel's wife, any possibility of getting off meant she would, as always, have to turn to her thoughts and fantasies, which she subsequently had.
Her subject for that particular evening was that of being taken by two plumbers, bogus ones who were really burglars. Being manhandled by them and forced to submit to their perversions would certainly excite her while giving Nigel the impression that his failure was, in some small way, a success, which it was far from - but why rock the boat...
Upon hearing the sound of the front doorbell ringing, Sarah Smith, dressed in full black lacy lingerie over which she wore a black robe that was loosely tied, went to see who it was at such a late time - 6:35 pm.
Although the front door window, an 18 inch square at head height, had a slight frosted effect to it, she could see two men, one white the other black, as clear as day stood outside.
"Yes?" she said, having opened the door to see what they wanted.
"Plumbers ma'am. There's been a report," the shorter of the pair said. His short blond hair covered his white scalp and contrasted with his deep brown eyes. He wore a navy blue overall, nothing out of the ordinary, she noticed.
"I didn't call any plumbers. Are you sure you've got the right address?" she intoned while casting her brown eyes over the tall, bald black one who also had brown eyes but wore grey overalls.
Having confirmed the address to her, Eric, the white one, indicated that a man called, suggesting it was her husband.
"Okay, well, you better come in," she said, invitingly.
Having closed the door behind them, Sarah, feeling there was nothing out of the ordinary to be concerned about, enough to call Nigel and have him confirm that he did, in fact, call the plumbers, lead them along the hall to the kitchen.
Eric bent down and opened the doors below the sink. "Yeah, this is the one," he said only to immediately let them go and stand up.
He took the young sexy housewife by surprise, though, when he wrapped his left arm around her neck from behind and said: "Right! We're here for your jewellery and cash. So, if you don't want us to hurt you. Listen," he said when she struggled against his tight grip. "Where is it?"
"I don't have any," she rejoined.
"No!" he exclaimed, his voice full of scepticism. "So what's this on your ears," he guffawed and immediately snatched off the clasp earrings she was wearing. They comprised of a trio of drops, each with three pear-like balls separated along the fine chain strand.
"Bedroom!" he shouted and together they made their way to the married couple's boudoir.
Still holding her, only that bit lower, his arm across her 38D tits, which palpitated with her deep anxious breathing, Eric had her kneel up on the bed beside him. They watched Winston as he rifled through her things, starting with what looked like a jewellery box, only to notice, when Winston opened it, that it was filled with tiny figurines. They were quite valuable ones, in fact, while Eric and Winston were, thankfully, unaware of that, Sarah realised to her silent relief.
"No. That's just trash," Eric said, dismissively, before indicating her dressing table draws.
Having pulled open the top one, Winston found it to be full of Sarah's lingerie as he trailed his fingers through her thongs, g-strings, bras and more in his search for something valuable.
"Nothing here, just..." he said while holding up a sheer black g-string, which he smelt and examined for some fleeting moments before dropping it back and closing the draw.
The one below that had neatly folded blouses and jumpers of various colours and designs in it while the bottom one was filled with her skirts. A short black leather-look one took Winston's fancy, and for good reason, as Sarah would soon find out.
"Nothing?" Eric said, resignedly.
"Nothing," Winston concurred, despondently. "There is, though," Winston said, hinting at something valuable, considering.
"Yeah, you're right. Look at her. The way she's dressed. Quite the slut," Eric enthused, prompting his young female captor to once again struggle.
"We just got out of the slammer, slut. Two years of being with men and no pussy. If you know what's good for you and you don't want to get hurt..." Eric intimated, and he couldn't be more clear.
She struggled, even as he mauled her shapely tits from behind. When he slapped them, though, she knew, straight away, that both he and the other one, neither having offered her their name, meant business and the business was defiling her body any which way they chose.
"Come here," Eric said, forcefully grabbing her right upper arm and then pulling down the cups of her lacy bra. She was aroused. Certainly, her nipples were erect and in little time at all he rolled and pulled on the left one as Winston, having moved closer, watched while he undid the buttons of his grey overall, taking it slow and sensuously, much like a male stripper would.
Sarah's eyes followed his every move. Her body was suddenly relaxed, which Eric noticed and took advantage of by drawing down her right lacy cup and rolling both nipples in his humid fingers and thumbs.
She bit her lip to stifle a moan of pleasure. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was enjoying his pleasured torture as her nipples tingled, her clit throbbed and her pussy became wet at Eric's man-handling, only for Winston, having noticed, to smile his appreciation with animal lust - gazing at her like a man deprived of food, while, in their case, it was a woman and pussy and for 24 months.
"He's got a big long black one," Eric announced, moments before Winston shrugged his overall, which was open to his waist, off each shoulder, pulling his strong muscular arms from each sleeve in the process. If his tall, thick-set body was anything to go by, along with his well-defined six-pack, it was all that she could hope for.
With his arm back around her, and underneath her tits as he rolled the right nipple, Eric went in search of her pussy. As he fought against her renewed struggling, though, he mastered the slut by grabbing a hold of her lacy thong, one he found to be damp in his clutch, and then yanked it to the side.
Sarah yelped at his sheer brutishness while welcoming Eric's forcefulness, which had its desirous [needful] effect on her body. She was quite wet, he noticed, when he stroked two fingers along her pussy lips, quite meaty ones they were, enough to suck on, which he was looking to do, only once she'd sucked Winston's and his cock and swallowed their hot sticky cum.
"You like that, like my fingers stroking your slutty cunt. I bet your husband doesn't do it for you," Eric jollied, her body relaxed as she enjoyed the pleasure and excitement that formed into the makings of a climax.
Her eyes dilated the moment she caught sight of Winston's big long black dick as it hung down between his ebony thighs like a third short leg. Sarah resisted the urge to lick her lips ahead of licking the turgid head of the black dick opposite her as Winston stepped out of his overalls having removed his shoes.
"Urmn," she moaned when Eric slid his sticky fingers up inside her pussy. As much as Sarah had managed to control her moans, she was unable to control her pussy's response to being invaded by his fingers, especially when he began twisting them around as he fucked her on them, prompting Sarah to want more. Certainly, more fucking and more of him inside her as she flexed her hips down and up.
"She's eager. The slut's definitely eager," Eric jollied, stabbing his fingers deep up inside her wet cunt while stroking her engorged clit with his thumb.
Sarah couldn't help but moan as she bit her lip and moments later her pussy flooded from his rough treatment. It was beyond different and it excited her body with pure pleasure. Her climax took and rolled through her body like waves crashing against a sea wall.
"She's fucking wet," Eric announced. In fact, he'd made her dripping wet and continued to finger fuck her, this time, with all three long fingers, all the same.
Sarah gazed at Winston's big black dick. It swayed with his movement as he climbed onto the bed and stopped some way in front of her. He stroked its full warm throbbing length from tip to base with his chocolate coloured hand as he held it outstretched and inviting. It was then that Eric bent her forward and down with only a minor amount of resistance, her lips inches from the enticing meal before her.
"Open your mouth, slut. Go on," Eric enjoined and then squeezed her already throbbing nipple.
Her lips parted in response to the shock, forming a perfect ‘O'. Winston took the opportunity and flexed his hips forward. The warm puffy head stung her lips as his cock filled her mouth. Not wanting her to back off him, now that she had her lips around his shaft and his warm firm throbbing cock inside her mouth, he grabbed her curly tresses and held on as he fed her more of it.
Sarah swallowed hard when she felt him at the entrance of her throat. He was too big, surely; or so she thought.
"Open wide, slut. Gag on it if you have to," Eric ordered, having noticed the several more inches that hung outside her mouth, waiting, while his black balls, filled with lashings of creamy white cum, hung below the root.
With little change, he grabbed her head and held it still. Winston then tapped her right cheek, which bulged from his presence, a couple of times, causing his cock to move into a better position. He stared at her with accomplishment and pushed. Sarah couldn't help but gag when she felt the warm tip of his big black dick fill her throat where it momentarily remained.
All manner of sounds - moans and gargles, mostly - escaped her mouth and nose as she breathed deeply. It wasn't that her airway was blocked by Winston's humungous black dick, nor that she was having to mindfully breathe through her nose. It was something else, something carnal.
Far from feeling offended by their action, which most other women would - they were, after all, burglars who had taken advantage of her being alone and taken her sexuality for granted, even going so far as to call her a slut - she was turned on, aroused. In particular, by Eric's continued slut remark. It was more than just how she felt but more how they were treating her. Rough and uncaring. Little more than a fuck-toy to be defiled for their pleasure after two years in prison; whore-like, almost.
"There you go, that's it, swallow it all, then mine. She rather likes that," Eric jollied, as his cell mate's big black cock disappeared and reappeared from Sarah's mouth, leaving a coating of her saliva on it each time.
"She sure does, she's using her tongue on it, aren't you. Yes," Winston said, agreeably, when she nodded her response.
Understandably, with a cock the size of Winston's sliding back and forth, she would have little other option, only there was movement. Not much, at first, anyway, as he powered his hips back and forth, though, with just the head and some two inches popping in and out. Sarah's warm wet tongue took on a life of its own, slathering and sliding from side to side as the shaft was fucked at her and then almost entwining his warm length, excited by the raised veins and throbbing of power inducing blood as it coursed through his black body.
When he took his cock from her, she let out a croak, still feeling the after-effects of her first throating and face fucking, while drool dripped in fine strings from her trembling lower lip and chin to the head of Winston's black sceptre, from where it broke off to splash on her tits.
"Clean that off, slut, then, get ready for mine," Eric enjoined.
As they both watched her lick up the residue of her saliva, Eric quickly undid his overall and was soon completely naked. His cock, although not as long as Winston's by at least two inches, nonetheless, matched it for girth. When Sarah was turned to see what awaited her attention, though...
She gasped at how thick and beautiful it was while her nipples, firm, thick and protruding from her shapely round tits, tingled, sending waves of pleasure shooting to her head and down to her core. If just sucking their bountiful cocks was arousing enough, fucking them would be mind-blowing. She licked her lips in readiness and waited.
Eric noticed her eagerness, immediately. When he moved himself closer, though, he had a mind to be a tease. She was, after all, theirs for the taking, and theirs to most certainly be pleasured; any that Sarah felt was most certainly secondary.
He had Winston hold her head, which he did by grasping a fist full of her hair in a ponytail. She was then urged to poke out her tongue by Eric, who then offered her the crown and the sensitive underside to lick. Having made it moist, and still holding his cock, he swiped it against each cheek a couple of times and then dragged it towards her lips, which he pulled it across, catching her eager tongue with it.
"Open! Wide!" he exclaimed.
He kept her waiting. Ever hungry to suck his cock and feel it fuck her throat and mouth, her jaw almost ached as she gaped her lips for him.
Again, he couldn't resist teasing her, despite his need and lack of feeling a woman wrap her lips around his cock for over two years, never mind those of her sweet cunt. With the dome of his cockhead brushing her warm moist lips, he smeared it around their softness, all the while smiling at their discovery. No jewels, save for Sarah's earrings, while the crown jewel, under the circumstances, was her willing body. Willing to suck cock, willing to get her face, mouth and throat fucked, and who knows where and what else, besides her dripping wet pussy as it then was.
Eric fed her some more, the head plus an inch. He then rattled his cock from side to side, up and down and around her mouth, causing the horny fuck slut, now, more than ever their obedient fuck toy, to gurgle and gargle on Eric's offered cock.
"I'm going to fuck the taste out of your mouth, now, slut. Choke on it," he said, deviantly, and with that, he barrelled his thick firm cock deep inside her mouth, not stopping until her warm lips were pressed against his groin while her lower lip felt the humidity of his big hairy balls against it.
Despite Eric's comparative length, lack thereof, he nevertheless managed to fuck her mouth and throat with ruthless abandonment. He even took it from her to wipe over face - cheeks, chin, lips, nose, her eyelids, even - before feeding it back and fucking her roughly some more.
"Yeah. Take it, take my dick all the way inside, slut," he urged among other disparaging words as he fucked her face harshly. In a matter of several pleasurable minutes, though...
"I'm gonna cum," he warned her, his voice full of glee. He then grabbed her head and together they held her still as he went for broke.
The feeling of his warm creamy cum as it filled her mouth and trickled down her throat was quite intense, enough to set off a climax of her own and without the aid of her pussy or clit being touched, her hands resting on the bed in front of her as she knelt up submissively.
Having fired off two salvos, Eric continued to exude his smile as he withdrew his warm throbbing shaft and spilled the third rope over her lips and chin, from where it drooled and dripped in strings of varied thickness to splash on her tits, mixing with that of her drool.
"Let me get at that dripping wet cunt of yours while Winston, here, gives you the same," Eric said, unexpectedly, considering he had just fucked himself off inside her and was far from capable.
He reached between her humid thighs and with one forceful, brutish yank, tore the narrow strap of her lacy thong asunder. She yelped at his manly strength and disregard, quite arousing all the same. He subsequently pushed her back, causing the slut to fall onto the bed and then he grabbed at her legs, bringing them up, out and open in one continuous movement.
Her head was quickly drawn to the side and immediately her mouth was filled with Winston's big black dick for a second time. Out of sight, Eric knelt down and dropped his head towards her inflamed pussy. The mound had crowned from her aroused state and was lightly peppered with dew-like beads of her honey juices.
Both of the ex-con's found a woman's pussy to be heady, sweet and delicious, beside the fact that, after all the exertion, they felt slightly parched while Sarah had just had any she felt, quenched by Eric's offering and would soon have it refreshed by that of Winston's.
"Emn, emn," she moaned in quick succession, while her body appeared to draw away when she felt the warmth of Eric's breath flit against her thighs and course its way to her lips, which he soon had drawn back.
Sure enough, as he gazed at her exposed sex, it was wet; enough, that it glistened, while a small dribble seeped from inside it. He was quick to respond while she couldn't help but moan with pleasure when she felt his tongue, warm and wet, graze her flesh as it darted forward to catch the bead. Eric kept it there as more fell like tears of joy. She was certainly in a joyous mood as she sucked and slathered her tongue around Winston's black dick. He was taking it slow, almost massaging her mouth and throat with it while his action, when he built up to his expected climax, would be more forceful, more urgent and fulfilling.
Eric drew her cunt lips apart and then his tongue was going places she so wanted their cocks right then. With his invasive presence deep inside her, licking her inner folds and intensifying her need to cum, both for and on him, Eric trailed his sticky wet left hand a few inches higher and latched onto her throbbing clit. The squeeze he gave it, light, yet telling, brought about a garbled yelp. That was immediately followed by a moan when he circled her throbbing clit with perfect symmetry.
Albeit tentatively, she reached down her right hand and brushed his short blond hair. Welcoming her encouragement, he began dipping his tongue, curled into a ‘U', back and forth, in and out, with slow, short jabbing motions.
"She's got a delicious sweet cunt - for a slut," Eric announced, offhandedly, before drawing her legs up to expose her asshole. It was clean after her shower. She shivered with expectation. Never had her ass been paid attention, especially from a man's tongue, and yet it was about to feel the warm wetness of Eric's dither and swipe across and around it.
She held her breath. She could only imagine in her mind's eye, what was about to happen. First, there was the warm welcome breeze of Eric's breath when it tantalized her puckered anus. Her hand, still in his hair, flexed and gripped it before releasing the humid tendrils. She was peaking, almost, her body close to the edge of a glowing climax, helped by that of Winston rolling and pulling her nipples as she cradled and massaged his balls with her left hand, urging him to cum and join in with that of hers, and all while Eric stroked her clit in slow sensual circles.
His tongue followed an invisible path from her still oozing wet pussy down and over her perineum, which he momentarily teased before dabbing her asshole a few times. With the third dab, one that pushed forward to break the surface, all hell broke loose.
Her pussy flooded with its release just as Winston spilled his warm creamy seed into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked for all she was worth, relishing the taste as it splashed on her tongue all warm and white. He grasped his black shaft, denying her the luxury of his third rope until after he had covered her face with it. Some of it caught her raven hair, leaving in its wake a thick white creamy blob, while most splashed on her right cheek and in between. She doted on it as Eric rimmed her asshole and finger fucked her cum wet pussy...
Back in the real world, her thoughts, as she was tupped by the plumbers, mouth and pussy in the same doggie position, had helped bring her closer to her need. She felt hot. Her nipples were hard, while, yes, her clit felt double its size and sensitivity.
She stole her fingers between her thighs, feeling just how wet she had become from her decadent erotic thoughts. It just needed that one spark, that one more decadent act of obscene debauchery and she would be there, leaving Nigel once again thinking he had satisfied his wife, when, in fact, it was her thoughts and fantasy. That of being used, debased and defiled by two burglars who had posed as plumbers, that he, himself, had supposedly hired. Quite ironic under the circumstance...
"Let's have that lovely tight white ass of yours," Eric said, gazing down at her, her deep brown eyes catching his as she sucked his cock, only to have it taken from her.
She watched as he slid beneath her. She had never done anal, but oh, her thoughts and fantasies were forever full of her ass being pounded and pummelled by big, thick long cocks. Big, thick long black ones.
She felt Eric's saliva slick cock graze her body as he slid further down. Her heart beat like a hammer in her rib cage while her deep breathing made her breasts swell as they rose and fell above his pec's.
They timed the switch perfectly; enough, that their cockheads had to have brushed one another. Then, Winston's cock was rooting at her asshole, seeking a way inside her anal dungeon. The head was rampant and eager to defile and take pleasure from it; they were, after all, burglars.
"Hold yourself open, slut," Eric told her. She had him balls deep and throbbing inside her pussy while his humid hands, on her tits, supported her upper body.
She reached back with both hands, grasping her left buttock with one and holding herself open, while, with the other, she grasped Winston's shaft just below the head and held him at her puckered opening. Taking a deep breath, Sarah flexed herself back and felt the pleasured sensation of the puffy crown piercing her ring of resistance. She let out a low cry, a whimper, almost, one of complete joy as more of his big black dick filled her ass - inch by pleasured inch.
Accepting her invitation, he grasped her hips and thrust forward. She yelped at his brute strength and determination while rocking back to meet his hip swings, nonetheless.
"Fuck me," she cried out and for the first time. "Fuck my ass, yes, more. Fuck my cunt. Make me cum, make me cum on your lovely big cocks," she uttered and urged...
She was almost there. Her fingers, as Nigel drilled her monotonously, sliding over her clit with greed. She bit her lip as a climax welled up inside her. Not for one second did she want to give him the thought or satisfaction that he was in anyway responsible.
Her body, though. Her body responded, almost uncontrollably, much as it was as Eric and Winston thrust deep inside her aching body. When she came, under her own steam, she imagined them filling her pussy and ass with copious amounts of their creamy hot cum, lashing her insides and setting off her own firework display.
Her pussy spasmed around her husband's shaft and then he was releasing jet after jet of his cum inside her, just as her orgasm peaked and rolled continuously along.
"Wow! That was great," he said, satisfied as ever while his young wife consigned her most recent fantasy to the vault. It had certainly worked and would be one she would no doubt find herself calling upon again. Until then, the vault held scores of others while she was more than able to come up with new ones.
"Yes, you were, Er - Nigel," she was quick to cover her almost slip of the tongue.
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