The Captive - Sex Stories

The Captive

... putting. It is sparsely furnished, just a bed, a table and telly, a dresser and a hard-backed chair. Certainly not the most glamorous of surroundings. But then these weren't the most glamorous of circumstances. I sit you on the edge of the bed and move away. Yanking the cheap, thick curtains together to block out the coming morning light, I turn on the overhead light (the shade swathed in cobwebs and blotches). You are finally able to appraise me fully now, not from behind as in the taxi, not with me standing behind you as in the warehouse. I cut an imposing figure, very tall but not thin, strong looking without being overly muscular. Somewhere deep in your mind you discern an a****l attraction to me, despite the situation. Your mind races too much to acknowledge it and right then, I am immensely intimidating. "Anything I want huh, Bitch?" Your response is a nervous, repeated nodding of your head, your brown hair is tipped with sweat. "Well stand up then, let me get a real close look at you." You rise to your feet obediently. I circle you, at first just peering then, swiftly my hands roam your body. You try not to be repelled, you attempt to make your body not react, but I notice and seem to enjoy your discomfort. My hands grope your heavy bosoms through the thin fabric of your top and knead your full breasts. Next, I venture lower and as with Sean's earlier, my fingers enter below your skirt. Probing your pussy lips, my fingers eagerly dip inside. Surprisingly gentle, my ...

... large hands penetrate you. It's becoming harder to prevent a little moans of pleasure escaping your lips. You try to stop it, but it is out and I stand back with a mocking smile. "Like that do you? Well don't you worry if you like that you're gonna have a hell of a time today." I step behind you, slipping my hands under the fabric of your mini skirt so that they caresses your curvy ass, squeezed it, massaged it. Then without warning my hands grip the flimsy material and jerk it down, pushing forward to step out of it. You stand there in nothing but your loose top. With a quick rip, I haul it off too, revealing your magnificent breasts. Your arms are stuck behind your back, pushing your chest out towards me. I smile again. "Get over here and on your knees, let's test how willing you are to please me." There is no hesitation as you move, squatting to your knees so your eyes are the perfect height to view my fingers undo my boy scout belt. Once I open my belt, I release the zipper on my jeans. You appear transfixed as you await for what is to emerge. Your eyes widen almost comically as I tug it free; it is hard. Massive like a nine inch sausage and it is already fully erect. My goodness, you ponder; what on earth have I agreed to do? Unaware of what you are doing, you are running your tongue around your lips almost as if you are u*********sly looking forward what you are about to receive. But how could that be? Your arms strain against the steel that holds them. With your eyes you ...