Fantasies Inc. Pt. 02

A driving rain fell on the windshield of Marie's minivan as she sat across the street from the tidy Cape Cod-stype house. She peered out through her rain-slicked windows at the soft golden light radiating from the porch light next to the home's front door. It looked warm and inviting, in stark contrast to the damp and gloomy evening that had settled over the neighborhood on the outskirts of Philadelphia.

She thought about checking her hair one last time in the mirror, then giggled to herself. She was going to show up soaking wet. Why on earth would she need to check her hair? She took a deep breath and opened the driver's door, stepping out into the rain. She stood motionless for a few moments, letting the rain pour down over her thin white blouse, turning it translucent. As her shirt took on more rain, her lacy tan bra began to appear through the fabric. The rain was cold enough that her nipples were already standing out, poking through the thin material. She wished her 38DDD's were more firm, but her husband was right. As long as she stood up straight and remembered to hold her shoulders back they looked good, even without the support of a bra.

Her dark skirt clung to her wide hips and shapely ass as she walked across the street, her high heels feeling strange and awkward to her. Because of her height (5'11), she rarely wore heels. But tonight she was playing the role of a business woman, and she did want to look the part.

By the time she got to the door her shoulder-length auburn hair was soaking wet and hanging in her face. She knew she looked bedraggled, but that was kind of the point. She rang the bell, hoping the door would be opened by a familiar face. And it was.

The blond-haired man who answered the door was the same one she'd been corresponding with for roughly a week. One of the "Original Five", Drew had emailed her asking if she'd help him live out his "Stranded Motorist" fantasy. After Marie had entertained David two weeks ago, she thought about whether or not she wanted to place another ad or go back to the five emails she had set aside. After much internal debate, she decided to revisit the original emails rather than posting another ad. She knew her logic didn't make much sense, but she felt weird posting another ad so soon after she'd basically advertised that she was going to fuck another man. The actual sex didn't bother her... the advertising kind of did. Of course it turned her husband on.

When she arrived home after her encounter with David he was waiting up for her, his naked body half-covered by the sheet on their bed. They fucked like teenagers that night. Actually, they went far beyond that. They fucked without thinking, her husband driving his cock inside of her as he held on to her hips, while she told him about riding David's organ to several orgasms. After her husband had his own orgasm, they cuddled in bed together. His arm curled around her waist possessively, and as he drifted off to sleep he murmured into her ear, "Now you're mine again." She had shivered in delight at that statement, and now here she was, shivering from the cold and anticipation on a stranger's front doorstep.

"Excuse me," she started. "I'm so sorry to bother you on a night like this, but my car seems to have broken down and I don't have a cell phone with me. Could I possibly use your phone?" Drew grinned broadly. He didn't know that she would arrive tonight. Since Drew was single, Marie had just told him that one evening in the near future she would make his fantasy come true. He had no idea that it would be tonight, but once he heard her opening statement he knew that he was in for a hell of an evening.

"C'mon in," he replied. "God, you must be freezing. Sit down while I get you a towel and the phone, okay?"

She shook her head. "No, I'd just get your furniture wet. I'll just stand here in the foyer, but a towel would be great. Thank you."

As he walked down a hallway into the interior of the home, she looked at his shoulders and buttocks. He wasn't too bad to look at; about 6'1, fairly average build. His sandy blond hair was still thick, and he had a couple of laugh lines around his blue eyes. According to the few emails they had exchanged he wasn't dating anyone right now, having recently moved to the area from Denver. His fantasy was based on once helping a woman who had car trouble. He said nothing happened, but she was so sexy that he couldn't help but imagine being with her after he had helped her out.

Her reverie was broken by the sound of his footsteps coming back down the hall. As he entered the foyer he handed her a towel, and after she tried her best to dry her hair and clothes (making sure she rubbed her breasts fairly sensually), he handed her the phone. She took the cordless from him and dialed.

"Oh damn!" she exclaimed a moment later.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"There's no dial tone. The storm must have knocked out the phone lines."

He looked at her with concern in his eyes. "I'm sure it won't be out very long. Look, in the meantime, let me give you some dry clothes and we can put yours in the dryer. By the time they're through, I'll bet the phone will be working."

She smiled inwardly. So they were on a bit of a time limit?

"Okay," she thought. She'd let it happen quickly. "That'd be great. I'm Marie, by the way. Marie Maxwell."

"Oh, I'm sorry," he replied. "I never did introduce myself. I'm Drew Parsons. Hang on a sec and I'll put some clothes out for you in the bedroom. Then you can change and give me your wet clothes."

He once again disappeared down the hallway, leaving Marie standing in the front hall. As he departed, Marie's hands went to her blouse, unbuttoning the top two buttons and exposing quite a bit of cleavage. That, in addition to the semi-transparency of her still damp blouse left almost nothing to the imagination. When Drew returned his gaze fell upon her chest for a couple of very long seconds, and his eyes gleamed as he finally looked her in the eye.

"Follow me," he said as he turned back towards the bedroom.

She followed a few steps behind, and he waved her into a room off the hall.

"You can change here," he said. "I'll be back in a sec to get your clothes."

She glanced around the bedroom. It obviously wasn't the master bedroom, because the bed was fairly small and the room was sparsely decorated. There was a Monet print on the wall, and a clock on the desk, and that nothing else to indicate the room was used frequently. As she shrugged the blouse off her shoulders she glanced down at the clothes that Drew had laid out for her. Actually it wasn't really clothes at all. A nice thin cotton robe lay on the bed. Marie wondered if it was his. She knew that she'd be naked underneath the robe, unless she wanted to wear her wet underwear, which seemed to miss the whole point of drying off. So she stripped off the rest of her clothes and wrapped the soft cotton robe around her lush form. Tying the robe around her waist, she bent over and began to gather the clothes that she had dropped to the floor.

"Damn!" she heard Drew exclaim behind her. She quickly stood up and turned around, giving him a quizzical look.

"Sorry," he said with a laugh. "You've just got an incredible ass."

She blushed. He wasn't being overly aggressive, but he was definitely more confident than David had been at the first. Of course David had ended up telling her not to play with her pussy while he fucked her doggy-style. She felt a tingle in her crotch as she wondered just how forceful Drew might be.

"Thanks," she said with a smile. "Tell me where your dryer is and I'll let you follow me down the hall!"

He laughed. "Turn right. The laundry room's at the end of the hall."

She brushed passed him as he stood in the doorway, sliding her near-naked backside along his crotch. She felt him pulse as her rear cheeks grazed his prick.

"Oh my God," she thought to herself. "He feels so thick!" S

he let her ass sway back and forth a bit as she walked down the hall.

"So you live alone?" she asked.

"Yeah," he replied.

"I like it, actually. I had roommates back in Chicago, so it's nice to have a space all to myself. It does get kind of lonely though, especially since I don't know many people here. I was actually kind of excited to have some beautiful stranger show up on my doorstep tonight."

By now she had reached the laundtry room, and bent down to place her clothes in the dryer. As she stood up and leaned over the dryer to turn it on, she felt his hands on her hips.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Just getting a little closer," he whispered into her ear.

She could feel his cock against her ass again, a hard steel bar in his pants.

"I think you should back up, Drew. I'm sorry if I led you on, but-"

He spun her around, pressing her ass against the dryer. He held on to her shoulders and looked down into her eyes.

"Fuck that. You didn't lead me on. You want this as much as I do. A random stranger, a couple of hours of raw sex? You know you want this."

"I don't," she protested, even as his lips met hers. She resisted, even getting her hands up to his chest to push him away. He was strong though, much stronger than she was. His hands went to the tie of her bathrobe, and before she knew it he had undone the strip of fabric, leaving her lush body open to his eyes and hands. This wasn't foreplay. This was almost animalistic. A prelude, not to sex, but to rutting.

One of his hands kneaded her breasts as the other wrapped itself in her hair. She felt her head being pulled to one side, her neck exposed to his teeth. She felt the rasp of his whiskers on her sensitive soccer-mom skin, and then she felt his hot breath on the nape of her neck. She couldn't help but moan deep in her throat as he attacked her neck. Her hands still weakly pushed at his chest, but his hand caught her forearm and moved her hand across his belly and down to his trousers. As she touched his rigid cock she gave up the pretense of resistance and let herself go. She lewdly stroked him through his pants as his mouth devoured her neck and his hands drifted between her legs.

She was disappointed when she felt him pull away, but a moment later she let out a squeal of surprise as he picked her up and set her on the edge of the clothes dryer. He spread her legs until she could feel her thigh muscles burning, and without preamble pressed his face between her thighs and began to lick her pussy. Actually, he wasn't licking at all. He was treating her sex just like he treated her neck. His teeth nipped at her vaginal lips, his tongue slid inside her like a smaller cock. His entire face was drenched with her juices, but still he held her steady beneath his strong hands.

She was writhing now, moaning and gasping loudly (which was uncharacteristic of her) while the assault on her pussy continued. She could feel her orgasm within reach, but Drew stopped and stood up.

"Come with me," he said and offered his hand.

For some reason Marie felt like pushing back a bit, so she cast her eyes downward and said, "I'd better not. I should just get my clothes and-"

His hand reached out and grabbed her hair again. He pulled her roughly towards him, off of the dryer, until she was standing in front of him.

"I said come with me, goddammit. Now if you won't walk, I'll carry you!"

With that he lifted her up and began to walk out of the room. She struggled with him, until he grabbed at her breast with one of his hands.

"Ow!" she cried. He had taken one of her nipples and pinched it far past the point of pleasure. She glared at him, and he smirked back.

"Guess where we're going," he said. "Into the master bedroom."

Her nipple ached as he carried her down the hall. She could feel how wet she was, shockingly and embarrassingly wet. She knew what was coming, and she craved it. The master bedroom stood in stark contrast to the sparse guest bedroom. A plush carpet lay on the floor, while the king size mattress was housed in a cradle of a dark walnut sleigh bed. Marie noted with some disappointment that the bed did not have four posters, so she doubted she'd be tied up, but that fantasy could be explored another night.

Drew roughly threw her to the bed, and she turned around and tried to crawl across the bed away from him. His strong hand grasped her ankle and he pulled her back towards him. Before she knew what was happening he had her robe up around her waist and had delivered a shockingly hard slap to her buttocks.

"Stop moving!" he roared, and Marie immediately complied. The anger in her voice actually frightened her. She was back to not being sure if he was playing or not, but at this point she didn't know if it mattered. And despite the small kernel of fear in her chest, she had to admit that her nipples were still achingly hard and she could feel the moistness on her thighs.

She felt Drew place his thigh between hers, spreading her legs as she lay face down across the bed, her feet on the floor and her head on the mattress. He kicked her legs apart even further, and then she felt another slap to her buttocks. She moaned again when she heard the rustle of his pants falling to the floor, then the tearing of what she assumed was a condom wrapper. A quick look back revealed that was indeed the case.

As his hands descended once more to her shoulders, she could feel him press against her opening. She had never really gotten a good look at his cock, but she knew it was fairly big from her groping back in the laundry room. As he pushed inside of her, however, she realized it was a very large cock indeed.

There was no tenderness in his thrusts, no murmurs of endearment as he sawed his thick shaft back and forth. There was only raw power and lust in every push of his hips. With his hands on her shoulders, he was almost lying on top of her and yet thrusting in from behind. She found it hard to catch her breath, and could barely respond when he asked,

"Do you like this?"

She shook her head no, and she felt him stand up straight. Even as his cock continued to pound away, she felt the stinging slap of a hard spanking delivered to both of her buttocks.

"Do you like this?" he asked again, and again she shook her head.

"Then I'll just stop," he responded, and pulled almost all the way out of her sex. The tip of his shaft nestled between her nether lips, and she groaned out loud.

"Do you want it?" he asked. She remained silent. He very slowly thrust in, less than an inch, then pulled back. She groaned again.

"I'm not going to fuck you until you tell me you want it. Until you tell me you love it."

She bit her lip. She did want it, but she hated to say it. That much wasn't acting, she'd never been one to talk dirty. But he just stood there, not moving a muscle, and she was slowly going crazy.

"I...", she started.

"I... I like it."

"You like what?" he asked.

"I like you fucking me," she whispered.

"Do you like my cock?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered, a bit louder this time.

"Do you want me to fuck you with this hard cock of mine?" he pressed, sliding his tool inside of her until his balls smacked against her clit, then pulling out again.

She couldn't resist. She didn't care what she sounded like. She just needed it.

"Yes, dammit, yes. Fuck me with that cock of yours. Fuck me until I scream. Hurt me, use me, fuck me fuck me fuck meeeeeeeeee...."

As he began fucking her fast and furiously, she began to utter a series of loud grunts and groans. He continued to spank her as he fucked her, and she felt her orgasm coming on. She felt her knees go weak as the waves of pleasure poured forth over her, but he continued to pound away without a word. He fucked her through three more orgasms before he stopped and pulled out.

He roughly turned her over so they were face to face, and then before she could say anything sank deeply inside her once more.

"Play with your tits for me," he demanded. "Pinch your nipples while I'm fucking you."

She moaned her approval and began twisting her nipples beneath her fingers while he held on to her knees and fucked her.

He let his right hand drop down to her clitoris and began strumming it with his thumb while he continued to fuck her. As she approached yet another orgasm he brought his hand down on her clit, spanking it as well. Her pussy spasmed and she yelled out in pleasure and pain. The spanking wasn't as hard as he had given to her buttocks, but it was still firm. Her clit tingled afterwards, and he rode her to yet another orgasm before she lay limply beneath him.

As he pulled out of her, she slid down the bed and onto the floor. Staring at the thick cock in front of her, she removed the condom and wrapped her lips around the head. She began sucking it, teasing it with her tongue, bathing it in her saliva. She sank her mouth down around the shaft until she felt his rough pubic hair tickling her nose, then she rose up once more. Back and forth she went for a few minutes, hearing his breath grow quicker. Then she once again began sucking on the head while she jacked his shaft. He wrapped his hands in her hair and moaned loudly.

She pulled her face away despite his protests and began jacking him off in earnest. Though she didn't care for it, she aimed the head of his cock at her chest and began playing with his balls, sensing his impending ejaculation. It didn't take long for him to cum, thick jets of white shooting from the head of his cock and landing on the carpet and her chest. She looked up at him, staring at his eyes as he stared back, breathing heavily. As he began to grow soft in her hand he gruffly told her to get up and to get her clothes. She used the bathrobe to wipe herself off, then padded dazed and naked down the hallway to the laundry room.

Her clothes were now warm and dry, and she put them on in the small room. As she walked back to the living room she saw him standing by the door.

"It's time for you to go," he said brusquely. She nodded in agreement. There was nothing more for her here. Still, she thought to herself, the role play is over; he could be a little nicer about this.

As she reached for the door he grabbed her wrist. She looked up at him questioningly. He stared back down at her, then in a very soft voice said, "Thank you." He opened his arms and gave her a lingering hug.

She hugged him back tightly and said, "No, thank you."

She opened the door and headed back out into the rainy night, looking forward to her husband reclaiming her but already pondering what her next adventure would hold.