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  I didn’t have time to consider my feelings about the situation any longer. The stranger slipped his fingers inside my willing pussy, in and out, working my clit with his thumb as he did so. I held my breath, afraid to show any emotion – but inwardly craving a more ruthless fucking than this man’s fingers could possibly provide. My head felt like it was about to explode as I fought with myself. I knew I should try to stop it. That I should do all I could to get away – but instead I laid there, feeling the force of his hand pinning me down, and the roughness of his fingers as he teased my most intimate areas against my will. I couldn’t believe that one of my deepest, darkest fantasies was coming true. I was being abused by a stranger.

  He was all over me at once. His hands exploring every detail of my oily skin, my silky wet pussy, my hard nipples. And I just laid there and took it. I was frozen in disbelief, unable to think or move. A part of me wanted to distance myself from what was happening, but all I could concentrate on was the feel of his hands against my flesh.

  He pushed another finger into me and I moaned into my gag. He chuckled, and cruelly thrust another one inside. I flinched and squirmed as his rough hands began to slam into me, making the bath water splash up into my face with the force of his movements. My make-up was running into my eyes and down my cheeks, mingling with the tears of guilt, desire and shame that were already there.

  “Don’t deny that you’re loving this” he whispered, leaning in close to my face. I could see dark, intense eyes peering down on me with an expression of the utmost lust. He licked his lips and smiled. It was as if he wanted to devour me completely.

  I had to look away. His gaze was too intense. But then he grabbed my face, squeezing my cheeks as he turned my head to face him.

  “Look at me!” he commanded “look at me while I use you! My little toy. My sex doll.”

  I stared into his eyes as he cruelly thrust his fingers inside me, making my sore little pussy convulse and twitch under his assault. He plunged his fingers in and out harder and faster now, and I felt my cunt tightening around him as he rolled his thumb over my bulging clit. I couldn’t believe what he was doing to me. My head told me that it was wrong and disgusting, but my body was responding as if it wanted more.

  There was a part of me that wanted to moan like a silly whore as this stranger dominated me in ways I had never experienced.

  You stupid slut, I thought to myself. You stupid little slut – lying here letting him abuse you like this. Letting him degrade you, use you and hurt you while you just lie there and take it, wanting more. You don’t just want his fingers in there do you? You want his fucking cock. You want to feel the stiffness of his prick in that hungry cunt of yours – and don’t you deny it!

  It was all too much. I couldn’t contain it anymore, and let out a deep guttural moan as my pussy convulsed around his fingers.

  He smiled a sly smile, and cruelly removed his fingers. He knew he’s broken me. He knew that I was his. He stood up and undressed, revealing the lithe smoothness of his toned muscles. He was all muscle. Tall, strong and powerful.

  My eyes slid down his body, feasting on the sight of his huge erect cock. It was bigger than any I had seen. Bigger than any I had taken. I was scared, and shifted uncomfortably in the tub. He stood there, stroking his stiff prick, watching me squirm and try to pull my hands free from the cuffs. He sniggered to himself and then suddenly lurched forward making me squeal with fright. He grabbed my hair with one hand, and my wrists with the other, pulling me violently from the bath – the water cascading out and onto the marble floor, soaking everything. I slipped and slid beneath him, writhing and squirming like a fish caught on a hook. He just laughed, taking in the sight of my naked, oily body.

  I struggled harder and he yanked my head back, tugging harshly on my hair. I yelped with pain, but before I could utter another sound he roughly pulled me to my knees and spun me around so that I was facing the tub. With one hand pressed firmly against the back of my head he bent me forwards over the side of the bath, so that my face was just inches from the hot, steamy water.

  “Look at you, all clean and fragrant” he said in a tone of mock admiration. “That won’t do, will it? I like my sluts to be filthy. Filthy and dirty.”

  I felt his other hand trail its way down my spine as he said this, then snake his finger down between my ass cheeks. He slipped a finger into my asshole, and I squealed again. He laughed, and thrust another one in, so that I thrashed and struggled, but he was just so strong. I was powerless, pinned hard against the side of the tub.

  I had given too much away. He knew from my reaction that I had never taken it in the ass. His breathing quickened with this realisation, and I felt a cold chill wash over my body as I realised what he was planning.

  “Dirty girl” he whispered, then without a moment’s hesitation he forced the tip of his bulging prick into my tight asshole. I screamed into the gag, my throat making a twisted, strangled sound. The pain was sudden and cruel. I had never been ass-fucked before, and his cock was so wide and hard it felt like it was tearing me in half. I felt myself stretching around his shaft as he inched his way further and further inside of me. The tears came to my eyes once more, and I began to pant like a dog, unable to take the white-hot pain that he was inflicting on me.

  Further and further he slid himself into my untouched virgin ass. It was as if his cock was never ending, stretching me out wider with every movement until I gasped and squealed once more, unable to take the pain. He barked a loud, cruel laugh in response to my moaning and slapped me hard on my ass cheek. A few more hard slaps followed, before he thrust his remaining length deep inside me with one final, brutal push.

  “Mmmmmfff!” I groaned in a ridiculous cry of pain and panic – unable to scream because of the ball gag. This just turned him on even more, as he spanked my ass even harder, sliding his cock out half way and then slamming it in again so hard that I lurched forward, my face dipping into the water. I gurgled and spluttered – but he just laughed again, thrusting harder and harder, deeper and deeper.

  “You like how I fuck your dirty little ass?” he demanded. I moaned in response – trying desperately to stifle another cry of pain. I felt so dirty and degraded; how had I let this happen to me? I could have done more. I could have screamed! I could have fought! But instead I let this stranger dominate and degrade me in a way no man ever had. Now he was taking my ass-virginity, and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

  “Fuck!” he groaned “your ass is so fucking tight!” I felt his cock twitch inside of me. I knew he was on the brink of exploding. His cock was practically slamming into me now, and I had become almost numb to the pain. All I could feel was a dull heat, and the odd feeling of his huge shaft filling me up. Filling me up like a dirty girl. A dirty, filthy and utterly horny girl!

  It was as if he knew. He knew that amongst the pain and humiliation there was a dark sense of untapped yearning within me. That I wanted him to abuse my ass and degrade me. My pussy began to throb at the filthy realisations washing over me and to my surprise he instinctively slipped a finger inside, and began rubbing my clit quickly.

  It was an explosion of pleasure. The dull pain in my ass, the sudden friction against my already buzzing clit. The filth. The loss of my virginity. Well, a part of my virginity anyway.

  “Ooohhh fuck!” He cried “You’re fucking loving this aren’t you slut!”

  “YES!” I tried to cry “Fuck me harder! Fuck my virgin ass!”

  He couldn’t hold off any longer and with a gasp he emptied into me; hard, hot jets of cum filling me up in a place my husband had never entered. I moaned like a whore, and my own orgasm exploded outwards. I shuddered and felt my pussy squirt over his hand as my ass tightened around his shaft; squeezing out the last of his spunk into my tight hole.

  He stayed inside me for a few moments, while we both caught our breath. My knees were weak and my body felt shocked and battered as I hang limply over the side of the bathtub, trying to make sense o
f what had just happened to me. He pulled out gently, then got to his feet and slipped his trousers back on.

  The room was still spinning as he leaned over and removed the handcuffs from around my wrists. I was shocked – but before I had chance to turn and look at him in surprise I felt his arms around me as he lifted me up and then gently lowered me back into the tub. He didn’t say anything – he just reached behind my head to remove the gag, and smiled. To my own astonishment I smiled back and he turned on his heel and stepped out of the bathroom, pulling his shirt on as he did so.

  I sank down into the warm, soothing water, still not quite able to comprehend the night’s events. I always thought I should save at least part of my virginity for my husband – and yet I had given it up to a stranger. And I had loved every second of it! The satisfied smile that was fixed on my face confirmed it. I submerged myself into the water, feeling the warm oily liquid cleansing and soothing my sore body.

  My husband would be back soon – and I had to clean myself up for him. But there was a part of me that suspected he might have had something to do with the night’s events. And for that reason, I just couldn’t stop smiling.

  Suzie and the Stranger: An Erotica Story

  by April Styles

  all rights reserved copyright 2012 by Happy Hardcore Erotica Publishing

  cover by Lex Thorne based on an image by photo & co

  Suzie wished she could be anywhere but here. Her boss had chosen her to drive three-hundred miles to a weekend conference, and so far it had been the most boring experience of her life. The weather was beautiful, and she was stuck inside this stupid hotel listening to lectures about financial statements and the bottom line. The only bright side to the conference was that an extremely attractive man was sitting at the other end of the long table. He was certainly excellent eye candy and Suzie found her mind wandering several times, picturing him in different sexual scenarios. She could see the wedding bank on his finger, but she figured it couldn’t hurt to look and daydream. The man didn’t seem to notice Suzie, but she certainly noticed him.

  Finally, the speeches for the day were over, and Suzie had only one thing in mind. That was getting out of her heels and business suit and going down to the hotel bar to get a drink. She exchanged pleasantries before saying good evening to the few people she had talked to over the past forty-eight hours. Suzie was from one of the smallest offices in her company, so she was one of the few people who had come to the conference alone. She definitely felt like the odd man out, but was grateful the weekend was coming to a close.

  She headed back to her room and changed into a pair of jeans and a pink top. She slid on a pair of flats, grabbed her purse and headed down to the hotel lobby. She realized everyone else at the conference was likely excited to get home and calling their spouses and children to let them know they would be home the next day. The thought was bittersweet. Suzie had been divorced and lonely for two years now. She missed having a companion, and someone to live with. She also missed having sex on a regular basis. She had a lot of girlfriends and dated casually, but no one had come along that she could see herself marrying.

  Suzie got in the elevator and entered the hotel restaurant. She was slightly embarrassed asking for a table for one, but was relieved when the hostess seated her towards the back of the dimly lit restaurant. She quickly ordered a glass of wine and opened the menu. She had some magazines with her and she planned on eating, drinking wine, and reading all the latest tabloid gossip of the week. Even if her own life was rather boring, she figured she could live vicariously through the far more exciting lives of celebrities. She ordered her dinner and was just opening a magazine when she heard a voice beside her. “You’re from the conference, right?”

  Suzie looked up. It was him, the guy she’d been daydreamed of fucking a few hours ago. “Yes, I’m Suzie,” she said, shaking his hand.

  “Dan,” he responded. “Are you eating alone?”

  Suzie nodded, and Dan asked, “Want company? If you don’t it’s okay, just say so.”

  “Sure, go ahead,” she said motioning towards the empty chair across from her. She cursed herself for saying it so quickly, for not pausing and appearing at least a little bit indecisive about it. He sat down and Suzie tried to get a good look at him without being obvious. He was even more attractive up close. There was just something really masculine about him, as if he’d been granted an extra portion of testosterone.

  He waved the waitress over and the middle-aged woman didn’t try to hide the fact that she was flirting with him as she took his order and laid out an additional place setting. Suzie looked on, amused, as did Dan. When the waitress walked away, Suzie broke the silence and said, “I don’t think subtlety is one of her strong suits. Does that happen to you a lot?”

  Dan laughed. “I don’t really think about it, but I suppose it happens more often than not. It’s okay, it keeps me feeling young, and most of it is just jockeying for a better tip.”

  “Your wife must love that,” Suzie replied, rolling her eyes.

  “No, never been,” he replied.

  “I was married. I got divorced two years ago,” Suzie said. “And don’t say you’re sorry, it was for the best,” she quickly added.

  For the next hour, they talked about the conference, their jobs, and their lives at home. Dan was based out of the Miami office, while Suzie was based in a rural Pennsylvania office. It was no wonder she had never heard of him before. Dan didn’t say much about never marrying though Suzie did her best to try to dig for information. She was very curious about Dan, and more than a little turned on by him. After a few glasses of wine they were laughing and chatting like old friends. It was the part of marriage that Suzie missed. She missed having someone to get tipsy with and spend long dinners with.

  When the check came, they both laid out their company credit cards, but Dan insisted on paying. It was only nine, and Dan asked Suzie what her plans were for the rest of the evening. “Probably ordering a movie and getting to sleep. I have a long drive home tomorrow,” she said.

  “Want company?” Dan asked casually. Suzie wasn’t sure how to answer. She wasn’t certain if he was coming on to her, and he was pretty open about never finding a woman he’d been able to marry. She didn’t know if she wanted anything casual, and she was fairly sure he didn’t either. Why would he want to be alone in a hotel room with her? Maybe he just wanted someone to talk to and hang out with for the night.

  “If you want,” Suzie answered. Dan ordered a six pack of beer to go from the waitress, and waitress gave Suzie a look that seemed to be a combination of jealousy and contempt. Suzie found it amusing. She found Dan just as attractive as the waitress did, but knew she wasn’t going to get anywhere with him even if they were going to spend a few hours alone in a hotel room.

  Dan carried the beer and they made their way up to Suzie’s room. “What movie did you want to watch?” Dan asked.

  “I don’t know, anything is fine with me,” Suzie replied as Dan turned on the television and began flipping through the channels.

  “Do you think the company would complain if they found a charge for porn on the hotel bill?” Dan asked.

  Suzie was a bit taken aback by the question. Was he hitting on her or just making casual conversation? “I don’t know,” Suzie answered. “My supervisor is a real asshole though, I don’t think he would find it funny,” she responded. They settled on a drama that neither of them had seen. Dan made himself comfortable on Suzie’s bed, leaning back against the pillows. This was just weird, Suzie thought. Was she expected to lie down on the bed too? It was a king-sized bed, but still…

  She decided to sit on the bed as well, leaving about a foot of distance between them. Even though there was space between them, Suzie could feel the heat of his body. She started to feel a bit warm and flushed from a mix of the alcohol and being this close to a man she knew was off limits. She wasn’t concentrating too much on the movie, as she kept looking out of the corner of her eyes as best s
he could at him.

  She felt her clit start to throb a bit and knew her pussy was getting slick with moisture. She was starting to regret not bringing her vibrator with her, as she knew she was going to be sexually frustrated until she got home tomorrow.

  “Are you all right?” Dan asked.

  “Of course, why?”

  “Because you’re breathing kind of funny,” he said, looking at her with a smile. His face was so close to hers, and she wanted nothing more than to reach out and kiss him. Dan was looking at her straight in the eyes, refusing to break eye contact. “When was the last time you got fucked?” He asked it in such a matter of fact way that she was stunned for a moment.

  Finally, she managed to speak. “I don’t think that I know you well enough for that question,” she said.

  He shrugged. “All right. I was just asking, because if you need some help in that department, I’m available.”

  Suzie couldn’t believe she was having this conversation. “Do I look desperate?” she asked.

  He looked shocked for a moment. “Are you saying only a desperate woman would sleep with me?”

  “No, no, I just mean you—”

  “Look. I mean you just look like you need to get fucked.” He was very calm and controlled in the way he spoke, and Suzie didn’t know what to say. Of course she wanted to fuck him, at least she had, but she didn’t even know him.

  Without saying a word, Dan moved his hand to right between her legs and rubbed her through her pants. Suzie wanted to resist, but she was shocked and just so damned horny. Dan suddenly pulled his hand away and looked at it. “I can’t,” Suzie said, though she made no effort to pull away. Rather, she found herself grinding her clit harder against his hand. Dan rolled over towards her and unbuttoned her jeans. She knew she should stop him before they both got carried away, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. He unzipped her jeans without a word and began roughly pulling them down. Suzie was surprised by the strength and power with which he was handling her.