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 It's raining heavily outside, getting darker as you drive home.  The wipers
are barely able to clear the windscreen and the deluge beats against the
roof, echoing around the inside of the car.  There's no other traffic,
no-one out on a night like this.  The wind is increasingly strong and
through the gloom you can see trees bustling over, the branches of the
smaller ones flailing against the ground.
   The street lights flicker and then blink out as you turn into your drive
way.  Rain spatters against your face as you get out of the car and force
your way against the wind to your front door.  You're not surprised to find
the lights don't work when you flick the switch and only let out a slightly
exasperated sigh as you drop your files on a nearby table, before fumbling
your way through to the kitchen to find the candles.
   He grabs you from behind just as you walk into the kitchen, suppressing
your surprised scream with his hand grasped tightly over your mouth.  You
think it's someone else, someone playing a game, so you don't struggle. 
Then you feel the cold metal against your neck, his voice rasping in your
ear, scream or move bitch and I'll cut you.  You feel the edge of the blade
as he presses it ever so slightly into your skin and now doubt begins to
play with your mind, you're not so sure it's a game anymore.  It wasn't the
voice you were expecting, but maybe he's putting it on, making it part of
the act, pushing the fantasy further.  The uncertainty triggers your fear,
but that in turn begins to make you excited and you can feel yourself
getting wet.
   Sarah, he purrs menacingly into your ear and hearing your name like that
turns you on more.  Sarah, he repeats, I know what you want and you're
going to give it to me whether you want to or not.  The knife is still at
your throat, his hand still pressing into your mouth.  I'm going to release
you in a second and when I do you're not going to scream, you're going to
do what I tell you, he orders, leaving the threat of what he'll do to you
if you don't obey unspoken.
   The hand over your mouth relaxes and falls away as you feel the pressure
of the knife at your neck disappear.  He pushes you a step forward and
commands you to turn around.  You can barely see him in the dark, only an
outline.  Looks the right height, you conjecture, but there's still enough
doubt for you to think that there's plenty of men of that stature and
you're not proving anything.  You consider the possibilities; what if it
isn't who you think it is, are you prepared to take the risk, maybe you
should run, it's dark, he can't see either, you might be able to lose him,
maybe you should scream, but wouldn't that ruin the game, destroy the
fantasy.  You have a safe word and you consider using it, but that would be
cheating.  Where would the excitement be in that.  It's about trust,
knowing who it is, that it isn't someone else.  And all the time you can
feel yourself getting more and more turned on, your pussy beginning to
throb, aching for more and that desire keeps you silent and unmoving.
   Don't think, his whisper louder than before, it will get you killed.  He
stands right in front of you, looking down at your face.  You don't look up
at him, aware instinctively that this would be the wrong thing to do.  He
tells you to kneel and pushes down on your shoulders.  The laminate floor
feels cold, hard, uncomfortable against yours knees.  You hear the metal
hiss of a zipper being pulled down and another wave of longing washes
through you as you anticipate what he's going to demand next.  His cock is
already hard when you feel it push into your cheek.  Without thinking you
open your mouth, ready for it, when you feel the sharp edge of the knife at
your cheek.  I'm going to fuck your face now, he grunts and threatens to
break all your teeth if you bite him.
   He slides his cock into the waiting warmth of your mouth, grabbing a
handful of your hair as he does so, the knife still on your cheek.  Suck,
he demands and you obey, closing your mouth around him, feeling his heat on
your tongue.  You're sure you know who it is now, positive this is the
penis you know so well, the cock you've made come so many times before. 
The realisation only diminishes your excitement slightly, you still want
him, want to feel him inside your cunt, want him to make you come and
you're turned on that he would do this for you, fulfill this fantasy.  He
begins to slide his cock in and out of your mouth, pulling your head back
and forth with your hair.  It hurts a little, but the objectification turns
you on even more and you try to match his rhythm as he begins to use your
mouth.  Without thinking about it, your hands reach round to pull his ass
towards your face.  He gets quicker and quicker, forcing his cock to the
back of you mouth, the head hitting the back of your throat and you have to
concentrate hard not to gag.
   As his excitement builds he fucks your mouth harder, pulls more tightly
on your hair, forces his cock even deeper down your throat.  He stops
suddenly, his cock buried to the root in your mouth, his pubic hair
tickling your nose.  For a second you think he's about to come, but quickly
realise he's stopping himself from doing just that.  He moves the flat of
the blade across your cheek and an involuntarily shudder rolls down your
spine.  I can smell your cunt you fucking whore, he sneers.  You smell it
yourself and the slight humiliation makes your pussy pulse again.
   Play with yourself slut, he commands and even though you know he can't
possibly see whether you accede or not, you unbutton your jeans, slide your
hand under the soft fabric of your knickers, your fingers inching over your
hairless mound and into the heat of your sex.  You can't believe how wet
you are, which only helps to exaggerate the effect.  Your panties are
soaked and you easily slide two fingers inside yourself, before pulling
them out, sliding them between the lips of your sex, up to your clit.  You
begin to stroke it with your finger, keeping in time with his cock, which
has resumed fucking your mouth.  Again without thinking about it, you put
your spare hand on his arse, urging him into you.  But he stops again, his
cock only half way in your mouth this time.  You feel the flat of the knife
tap hard against your cheek a couple of times.  No coming until I tell you
to slut, he hisses and waits until you nod your head slightly to show you
understand.
   He starts to fuck your mouth again, thrusting his cock into the warmth,
sliding it along your tongue, which you try to swirl around the hardness
while you suck.  You're even more positive you know who he is now, his
smell, his taste the ones with which you're most familiar and you're happy
to go along with his game, see how far he'll take it.  His thrusts are
getting increasingly strenuous again, and it's really beginning to hurt
where he's pulling on your hair, but still you keep sucking, trying to make
him come for you.  You want to taste his cum, turn the tables, make him
powerless to resist giving it to you.  You're still circling your clit with
your finger, aware that you could make yourself come quickly, but you don't
want to disobey and you know that prolonging it will only make it feel that
much better later.  You take your hand off his arse and move it around to
underneath his balls, stroking them lightly as he fucks your mouth more
frantically.
   Suddenly he pulls out and yanks you by your hair to your feet.  You're
about to complain that this is taking it too far, when he spins you around
and pushes you forcefully over the counter, winding you as he bends you
over it.  You can only gasp as he tugs your jeans off your hips, pushes
them half way down your thighs.  The steel of his knife is against the skin
on your arse, underneath your knickers, cutting upwards, tearing them off
you.  Again, you try to muster out a complaint, but he shoves the shredded
panties into your mouth, ordering you to shut the fuck up and taste
yourself.  This is more aggressive than you ever imagined he could be and
you begin to doubt whether you're quite so sure you know who it is.  Fear
and excitement again entwine and you ache desperately for him to fuck you,
no matter who he is.
   He pushes the side of your face against the counter with his knife hand,
while he uses his other to guide his cock up and down the wetness of your
slit, rubbing it along your pussy lips, mashing it against your clit. 
Inside me, you beg silently and push yourself back onto him without
realising it.  But he doesn't, he teases, pushes only the tip into your
vulva, before pulling out and sliding it down to your clit again.  You're
desperate for him to fuck you, but he has another idea and you feel his
cock prodding at your arsehole, pushing against the tight muscle, trying to
make it yield for him so that he can violate you there.  You feel a twinge
of pain as the head forces its way inside and you're relieved your pussy
was so wet that it provided some small lubrication for your anus as well or
this would hurt even more.
   He stops for a second, an inch of his cock lodged in your rectum.  And
then without warning he shoves the entire length hard up your arsehole and
you can only groan loudly into the knickers stuffed inside your mouth.  You
whimper as he pulls back the entire length, before ramming it deep inside
your bowels again.  You feel degraded, full of cock where it shouldn't be,
your pussy longingly empty next to it, dripping even more of your cum as
you get more and more turned on by the continued humiliation.  He's raping
your arsehole now, thrusting inside it harder and harder, caring only about
his own gratification.  You manage to squeeze your arm between your waist
and the counter's edge so that you can bring your hand to your cunt and rub
your clit hard with your fingers as he continues to fuck your arsehole
repeatedly.
   He's swearing at you loudly, telling you what a nasty fucking whore you
are to let him fuck your arse like this, how you just need to be abused and
treated like the filthy cumslut he knows you are.  It only vaguely occurs
to you that even when he's shouting at you his voice doesn't change at all
and you dismiss it as him doing everything he can to keep up the act,
prolong the fantasy.  The pain in your arsehole from the thrusts of his
cock feels increasingly good, a warmth spreading throughout you.  Combined
with your frenetic rubbing on your clit you can feel yourself getting
closer, your orgasm building, your pussy and arsehole pulsing, your entire
being building towards that massive, beautiful release.  It feels like a
massive wave that's about to crash, bigger than ever before and you almost
make yourself come thinking about how good it's going to be.
   But he stops, no warning, just pulls out of your arsehole, drags your
hand from underneath you.  You were so close and you want to cry at the
sudden loss and hate him a little for taking it away from you.  He pulls
you back, spins you around and forces you onto your knees again.  The
knicker gag is snatched from your mouth and immediately replaced by his
cock.  You pull your head back, revolted at the thought of where his cock's
just been, but he holds your head in place and thrusts his cock deeper into
your mouth, the knife at your cheek again.  Suck it bitch, he commands with
such venom in his voice that for the first time you begin to believe that
you've been wrong all along about who he is after all.  You're very scared
now, but you can feel the sharp blade against your cheek and you don't
believe he won't use it, so you suck his hard cock, tasting your arsehole
on it and finding yourself still turned on, your body and mind betraying
you.
   He doesn't fuck your mouth this time, just circles the tip of the knife
menacingly around your cheek and neck, while you continue to suck his cock.
The more turned on you get the less you care where it's been, the more you
want him to come, to make him lose that power to you and the more you think
that, the more you believe that you still have the control, that he's the
man you thought he was all along.  Your tongue lashes against the shaft of
his penis, as you slide your mouth along its length.  You take just the
head in your mouth and fuck his pisshole with the tip of your tongue. 
You're really getting into this now, you think you can make him give you
his load.  But again he stops you, surprisingly gently this time and again
he pulls you to your feet.  Still facing him, he pushes you back to the
counter and lifts you so that you're sitting on it.  In one thrust he
buries his cock deep into your wet pussy.  You feel his pubic hair nestle
against your smoothness and his balls rest against your arse.  He stops
there and in the darkness you can feel him looking at you, contemplating
and you wonder what he's thinking of next.
   He kisses you.  It's unexpected and tender and it's a kiss you'd know
anywhere and now you know who it is for certain and the relief, tempered by
a small amount of disappointment, courses through you.  His cock is still
throbbing inside your wet cunt and as his lips tug on yours, he begins to
slide in and out, begins to fuck you.  You kiss him back, jabbing your
tongue into his mouth, daring him to do the same, enjoying the feeling of
your favourite cock where you like it the most.  His cock fills your pussy,
touches the tip of your cervix every time he drives forward.  He shifts the
angle and you can feel it brushing against the top of your pussy, stroking
your g-spot.  You feel the wave returning.  You push back on him, wrap your
arms around his waist, urging him to fuck you harder.  His cock pistons out
of your cunt, taking you, wanting you.  You know he wants to come too and
the thought brings your climax even closer.  You build together, fucking
harder and harder, wrapping your hands around each other, meshing into each
other as close as you can until you feel his cock thicken inside your cunt,
feel him spasm and he shoots him cum inside you and it's enough to set you
off, to give you that release, the sensation that starts in your toes and
sweeps through your entirety, stroking every nerve, washing you in
pleasure.
   He continues to slide in and out of you for a few seconds, your pussy
even more slick with his cum combined with yours.  He stops eventually and
pulls out, backs away from you in the dark.  You hear the muffled sound of
clothes being adjusted into place, but before you can re-arrange yourself
you feel the knife at your neck again.  His voice whispers through the
darkness, remember when I know where you live, before the touch of the
knife disappears and his footsteps back away, out of the kitchen, softer
and softer until you hear the door open and the wind whistling beyond, cut
off suddenly as the door slams shut.
   A bit melodramatic, you snigger to yourself as you slump down onto the
kitchen floor for a while, exhausted.  Eventually, you pull yourself up and
slowly stagger upstairs, stumble into your room.  It's not as dark as the
rest of the house, the open window providing dull illumination across the
bed where I'm sleeping.  You collapse next to me, throw your arm across my
chest and bring your face close to my ear.  That was good, you whisper and
lean in to kiss me.  Your lips brush my neck and you breathe in deeply,
ready to cast yourself into oblivion.  Just as you're about to lose
consciousness, something registers, clicks at the back of your mind and you
realise that you can't smell anything, no aftershave on my neck, no damp
from the rain outside, no scent of sex, nothing.
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