ALTERNATE EROTICA

Surprise

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This story was the second to last one I wrote for Isis and was written with the specific aim of appealing to her. Which I'm sure it did!

I've asked my illustrators LG & c to do this story next so keep an eye on this page!

Surprise (FM, F-sub, cons, play rape)

I wonder how much longer she can keep messing around out there. She's been in the flat for an hour now. I have to keep shuffling around in this wardrobe to keep from getting cramp. The black trousers, jumper and IRA style woolly mask are making me sweat and my head itches. She's been out with her friends to the bars in town so I know she will be pretty tanked up, but I'm still worrying that she might have sussed me out. It's not too likely though, she has no idea that the key I used to get in exists. I had it cut from the spare I found one day when she left me here for an afternoon. She thinks I've gone away with my work to Italy and I've heard her tapping away on the PC in the other room, no doubt reading the Hotmail I sent her and replying to it. It tells her what I'd like to do with her, some soft rope, and the unusual coat pegs in my hotel room. It's designed to turn her on, which won't take much doing now we've been apart for almost a whole day, and with a good night out behind her!

I fire off the e-mail, knowing it'll get the horny bastard hard when he reads it at work tomorrow. He knows just what it takes to get me going, but I can hardly believe he knew I would have noticed those pegs when I went there with him on his last trip. I wonder if the shower head in that room would really be strong enough to take the abuse I've described in my reply. I know he would be! I switch off the computer, wondering again how I could have forgotten to turn it off before going out with the girls. I go to the kitchen for an orange juice before bed, but I'm surprised to find the carton is almost empty. That's really unusual, I never put them back like that. Still, I was a bit rushed before I went out. But I'm sure I don't remember drinking any since lunch-time when I left it half full. I shake my head, toss it in the bin and go to the bathroom. Which is soaked. Surely that should have dried out since my shower before I went out? Obviously not, so I open the skylight to air it out and get ready for bed. As soon as I enter my bedroom I notice that my favourite shirt is jammed in the wardrobe doors and go to free it, hoping it is not damaged. I pull the doors but the shirt seems to be wedging them. I give a harder tug and...

...the doors fly open and I spring out, grabbing her and twisting her around and away from me, forcing her right arm high up her back. Savouring my memory of the look of pure terror on her face I force her down onto the bed, forcing her legs apart with my knee. I know she didn't expect what just happened so she'll be feeling a massive adrenaline rush. "You bastard" she says. The tone of her voice tells her she has realised it's me. It also tells me that she's up for it, not that I had much doubt that she would be. Suddenly she starts a massive struggle and succeeds in wriggling out from under me but cannot completely break my hold. In her efforts to escape she drags us off the far side of the bed and we fall in a heap on the floor. She's right into it now, calling me all the names under the sun, telling me I'll never get away with it and that I'll go to prison and rot there. I manage to undo the top of her trousers and she instinctively puts her hands down to do them up again, giving me a clear shot at her shirt. I grip it at the neck with both hands and rip it straight down the front, exposing her tits, cupped in a white satin bra. She is clearly shocked and I make the most of it, flipping her over and pulling the remains of the shirt off her and using the sleeves to bind her wrists behind her back. She's still fighting and struggling but the effect of the alcohol is beginning to show as the adrenelin clears.

What a bastard! I can't believe he just did that to my shirt! He lets me go and I roll over and take a kick at his balls, but he dodges it easily before diving onto me to smother my flailing legs. I can feel his hard cock pressing into my leg. I know what I'm going to get and it's turning me on. Tonight my man is 100% raging testosterone and he's going to have me however he wants to and nothing I can do will stop him. But I have to try, that's what makes this so much fun! Now my arms are tied there is no escape and he is soon wrestling my trousers down over my hips, wrenching them down with no finesse at all, taking my knickers with them. I know they must be wet at the crotch. He forces my legs wide apart and sits on one, holding the other down with one hand while he pushes what feels like at least 3 fingers straight up into my sopping cunt. I can't resist and push myself up onto them, enjoying the feeling of being penetrated so ruthlessly.

My fingers are plastered with her juices so I know I'm doing this right for her. Smearing my hand over her face I tell her that sluttish whores like her always enjoy being raped and step back to remove my trousers. I have to move a bit to the side while removing my underwear before she gets the hint and makes a break for the door. I let her get as far as the living room before recapturing her and throwing her over the arm of the couch. I'm fucking her almost before her face hits the cushions, my cock ramming into her liquid pussy hard and fast. Within five strokes she's given up all pretence of struggle and is urging me on with a stream of pure gutter filth.

Oh God, what a man I have. He lifts my legs, forcing my face even further down into the cushions. It makes me feel so dirty, knowing he's watching his hard cock powering in and out of me and looking at my arsehole, knowing he could take it at any time he wanted. The thought sends me over the top and I come, long and hard, while begging him to fill me with his sperm. Pulling out he turns me over again and starts fucking me with frantic 'finishing' strokes. As he comes deep inside me he pulls off the mask, kisses me and looks deep into my soul with his beautiful blue eyes.

I untie her and give her the present I hid beneath the couch earlier. She laughs when she sees it. Two tickets to Italy for tomorrow pinned to a new shirt. She says we can sleep on the plane. I know exactly what she means and we go back to the bedroom.

The End.

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