It’d been 18 months since I fucked the man who had since dominated all my sexual fantasies. I’d given up hope of ever finding him again and I’d stopped picking up look-alikes in seedy bars. I’d been dating Jason, an accountant, for a couple of months and he’d recently proposed to me. I’d accepted his proposal and I’d just returned home from a shopping trip with my friends. I’d bought a dress to wear for the engagement party that Jason’s parents were throwing for us the following weekend.
It was one of those scorching days in summer when it doesn’t matter what you do, your hair and your clothes still stick to you. I was wearing a white camisole top with built in bra support. I wore a short red skirt with red lace thongs underneath. On my feet I wore the not so very comfortable, but very sexy red 3-inch sandals I’d bought a few weeks earlier. I’d just opened the front door and was about to walk in as I heard steps behind me.
“I hear you’ve been looking for me,” said a voice I never thought I’d hear again.
I turned around and looked into his green eyes. His hair was as messy as I remembered it, but perhaps slightly blonder. He’d not shaved for a day or two, but his stubble wasn’t as long as last time. He wore a white t-shirt and old blue jeans. A cigarette dangled between his lips. Somehow he looked more menacing in daylight than he had at night. My eyes wandered down to his bulge and I remember how he tasted and how he felt inside me.
“So what’ll it be?” he asked casually as he leaned against the wall. “Shall we fuck again?”
“You?” I exclaimed as I got my voice back. I had so many questions. I knew I should tell him to go away, but my pussy had gone into overdrive at the sound of his voice and was now bathing in a pool of juice.
“Yes or no,” he insisted. “Either we fuck or we don’t.”
He walked to the other side of the road, jumped up on his motorbike and turned it around. I knew I only had seconds to decide. I threw my bags through the door and locked it again. I ran up to him and only had time to put the helmet on before he threw away his cigarette and set off at a breakneck speed. I held on for dear life as he drove out of town into some woods. When we’d reached a small cabin by a lake he finally stopped and I got off the bike. He took my helmet and continued straddling the bike.
“Take your clothes off,” he commanded me and I did as I was told, feeling confident that I’d have his cock inside me within ten minutes, finally relieving the sexual tension I’d felt since we last fucked.. I pulled my top off, revealing my tits to him for the second time. There was nowhere to put it so I left it on the ground. Then I slipped out of my skirt and finally I took off my thongs.
“And the shoes,” he said and I stepped out of them.
“Give me everything,” he continued and I bent over to gather it all and hand it to him. He took my thongs and licked the wet spot where my pussy had just been. With a smile he stuffed my things into the helmet that I’d been wearing and he drove off.
I was terrified. I didn’t know exactly where I was. I had no clothes. The ground was covered in stones and I didn’t even have any shoes. I thought I was going to cry. I’d never felt so humiliated in my life. Why did he have such power over me? I’d never let any other man use me, but this guy… He’d used me once and now he was humiliating me. And the worst part was that my nipples were fully erect, my pussy was still dripping and I was happy that I’d had a Brazilian wax the day before.
I don’t know how long I waited but it soon got dark and I got very afraid. I’d tried to open the door to the cabin, but it was locked. I had to relieve myself behind a bush and then I stepped into the lake to wash myself. I promised myself that if I ever saw him again I’d kill him for doing this to me.
Eventually I heard the sound of an engine. It came towards me with its headlights on full beam, blinding me. I thought I could make out two people, and I was pretty sure it was a pickup. The vehicle came to a stop and the two people exited, leaving the headlights on so that I couldn’t see them. I was reasonably confident that one of them was my guy, which was why I hadn’t run off.
“This is my slut,” said the voice I recognised. “What do you think?”
“Niiiiiice tits,” said another male voice appreciatively. “And you reckon her cunt is tight?”
“It was very nice and tight last time I fucked her, but I hear she’s fucked around a lot since then. It tasted great though.”
“Yeah, that’s what Pete said. He 69’ed her on the pool table when she was looking for you. I never saw the video, but I hear he’s made a fortune on it on the Internet.”
My actions in the past passed before my eyes and I remembered the guy they were talking about. I’d been so horny and frustrated that night that I’d agreed to 69 him on the pool table in the backroom of a pub. Afterwards he’d doggie fucked me as well. I couldn’t believe that he’d taped it.
“Yeah, I finally saw it a couple of weeks ago. That’s why I came back. All these guys were having fun with my slut and me not getting a slice of the action, it didn’t seem right.”
They were now standing in front of me and I felt very vulnerable. They were clothed and I was naked. They could do whatever they wanted with me. Finally my guy spoke.
“Babe, this is my friend Eric. He wants to fuck you too and I said I didn’t mind sharing. Let’s go inside.”
That was it. He didn’t even bother asking me if it was OK with me to fuck his friend. He didn’t apologise for leaving me there. I knew I should be furious, but I was hornier than ever. Eric seemed to sense this and reached between my legs with his finger. He slipped between my pussylips and ran his finger along my slit.