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SimplyMichael -> Ravishment (4/26/2010 5:33:14 PM)
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Guiding your car into the parking lot, you once again ask yourself "am I fucking crazy?" While your rational mind ponders that, your hand still reaches out and sets the parking brake. With a deep breath you reach down to release your seatbelt and as the tension of the belt is released, you feel, for the first time, free to be the woman you have always wanted to be.
You open the door of your car and the chill night air floods in and you shiver as it washes over you. The tingle of goosebumps pulls your attention down to the exposed flesh above your black thigh high stockings and you watch, almost in slow motion, as your skin reacts to the cold. You reach down and pull your elegant dress up even higher, exposing your smooth cunt to the night air and embrace it like a lover.
With your flesh alive like never before, your senses are on fire as you step outside onto the upper floor of the parking garage. Your doubts are all gone, your body is telling you what to do now. Your senses demand more, your body demands more, your cunt now controls you.
Feeling like a goddess from ancient times, you strut across the roof toward the railing on the far end, seeking out the darkness that has always been inside you, no longer caged and hidden.
Free for the first time, every sense alive like never before. Standing before the ledge you slowly reach out, feeling the soft caress of the silk as it slides over your arms, the roughness of the concrete digging into your flesh as you lean on the palms of your hands. Sensations flood into you, the sounds of the city below, the night air creeping up under your dress and engulfing your cunt, and the chill of the wetness dripping down your thighs. And then, the sound you have half dreaded and yet, in some ways, waited all your life for echoes past you.
The crunch of tires on concrete, the low rumble of the motor penetrates the stillness of the roof as it slowly pulls up behind you. Every fiber of your being calls out to turn around but you don't, you know you can't. The sounds, expected but a shock as each one follows the other, the sound of a parking brake being pulled, the moan of the door opening and closing, the sound of concrete under leather shoes, each sound closer than the last as he approaches.
Then nothing, he just stands there, inches from you, the soft sounds of cloth moving against cloth, the sounds of breathing, his calm and steady, yours quick and greedy as you almost gasp for air. His very scent invades your nostrils, but one sense is denied its pleasure, no touch, no caress, nothing, he just stands there. both of you knowing how deeply you crave the feel of his flesh against yours.
Finally, he touches you but not in the way you expected. Your cunt cries out "NO"...feeling cheated of his touch. Instead it is his foot forcefully kicking your legs wider. As your thighs are forced apart, the very lips of your cunt open wider, your desire for his touch pouring out down your naked thighs and over your stockings.
Maddeningly, he again denies you the contact every part of your being craves, that you have spent a lifetime waiting for. Then...it comes. And for the first time you realize that sadism can mean things other than pain, that the very absence of that which you most need can be far more cruel. His fingers slide down over the top of your stockings wiping up the essence dripping from inside you, the thick band at the top of your stockings denying you the pleasure of his touch, allowing you only the knowledge that he has touched you.
He leans in and you hear his lips part as he slides the finger wet with your juices past his lips and into his mouth. The wetness echoing in your soul, your mind pairing those sounds with your craving of hearing his cock sliding into your cunt.
Once again, all is still, he waits for the only word he expected to hear and it leaves your lips without a conscious thought as if he willed it forth from you.
"yessss"
You almost hear the dress being ripped from your body before you feel his hand grasping it. His body lunges up against yours, forcing your now naked body against the rough concrete and its contrast with the soft feel of his fully clothed body. His hand invades your cunt, not to pleasure you or even hurt you but simply to rip forth the very juices of your body to aid in his violation of it. You hear the wetness of your cunt flowing out, engulfing his hand. The zipper screams as he pulls it down and the sound of your cunt juice being slathered over his rigid cock. You scream in anticipation of what he is about to do, powerless to stop it, not because he wouldn't but because you are now slave to the desires of your body. Wet with the juices stolen from your cunt, his cock seeks out your most intimate place. The "pop" as the thick head forces its way past your tight ring, he plunges his cock deep into you in one swift thrust. As he takes his pleasure from your ass his rough hands encircle your neck. The heady mix of pain mixes with panic as his strong hands deprive you of breath.
You gasp for breath as his hands release your neck, he then grabs you by the hips, lifting you higher and once again pinning you against the rough concrete, but now your cunt is being forced against the roughness and you can feel it tearing at your most delicate flesh. His cock continuing to force its way in and out, each forward thrust stretching that hole wider and wider. The concrete abrading your soft flesh, the pain and pleasure mingling in your mind, washing over you, through you, becoming you as his hands once again find your neck.
This time, you feel his fingers slowly constricting, tighter and tighter, the dizziness washes over you, erasing even the pleasure as you fade to darkness.
It is the soreness in your throat that awakens you, but as your senses come to life feelings flood back to you, they are mingled with memories from the night before. You smile, knowing why your throat is sore, knowing that he used you for his pleasure and being the sadist that he is, he did so in a way that would not only deny you pleasure but the very memory of it.
Words escape your lips one more time...
"YES"
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