Every now and then I receive an audiotape in the mail marked with a small red 'star' from my fiancee, Dawn. I know immediately it's a special tape and instinctively know it's time to get my recorder and headphones out, take off my clothes, hop into bed and get ready to enjoy another fantasy she is about to share with me in her sultry, sometimes raspy, voice.
The stories share her fantasies with me, with her as the main character, about topics ranging from group sex, anal sex, nipple torture, interracial couplings, bi-sexuality, exhibitionism, phone sex, videotaping sexual encounters, bondage, domination, humiliation, "slut" fantasies and her love of oral sex. The old adage of it's better to give than to receive is so true of her when it comes to the magical artistry she has perfected over the years using her mouth and tongue. The stories, while the scenarios are different, have one recurring theme. Almost all involve nonconsent on her part. In both her fantasies, and real life, the element of not having a choice almost always comes to the forefront.
I suppose a little background about Dawn is appropriate here. Dawn is a very beautiful woman. She's 5-7, 120 with long slender legs. Her long, mostly reddish hair with a touch of brown, flows down over her shoulders. She has creamy-white skin, deep-blue eyes and a quick and warm smile. Taken as a whole, she can turn the heads of men and women alike. Although she grew up in a strict family, the fantasies and desires so long surpressed have surfaced over the past couple of years and she begun to explore them. She is completely uninhibited, very outgoing and willing to try anything new at least once. Over the past year, she has indulged my fantasies and fulfilled a few of her own.
The following is an excerpt from one of the many tapes she has made for me.
"Honey, I'm not sure how to you this. I feel kind of ashamed of myself, a little embarrassed about what happened, but I didn't really have a choice. I just hope you'll understand, that you won't be angry with me. I didn't mean for things to happen the way they did, I really didn't.
"You remember that problem I was having with the sink in the bathroom off my bedroom. Well, the plumber finally came the other day to fix it. It wasn't the regular guy that does work at my home.
"He was a black man. Big guy, really big. Must have been at least six, six and weighed a good 260 pounds. Not a fat guy or anything, just a big, strong and powerful man. I know I told you the plumber came out, but there were some things I didn't tell you because I was afraid. I thought if you knew you might think I was a slut or a whore and punish me, but I feel I have to tell you. If you get angry with me, I'll understand.
"It was about mid-morning when he came to the door. I was shocked when I saw him and I'm sure it showed by the expression on my face. I mean, again, he was probably the biggest man I've ever seen in my entire life. I just had my robe on because it was still early and I was just doing some housework. He looked tired and for some reason he seemed agitated about something. I offered him some coffee, but he just ignored me as he pushed past me and walked up the steps asking which way to the bathroom. He followed me back to my bedroom and over to the bathroom . I showed him the sink and tried to explain the problem to him, but he cut me off. He said he knew how to do his job, to get out of the way and let him get to work.
"I left him alone to work. I didn't feel comfortable in my robe with another man in the house so I put on some clothes, a pair of jeans, blouse, bra and panties. I went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and just do some things that needed to be done in there and the living room.
"About an hour went by. I decided to go back and check on how things were coming along, maybe offer him some coffee. I don't think he heard me walk back. He was kneeling under the sink, down on his knees, doing something under it. Honey, please don't be mad at me, I really didn't mean for any of this to happen, but he was crouched over and I could see the crack of his ass over the top of his pants. He had a white t-shirt on, but I guess it must have pulled up in the bent over position he was in. I didn't realize how dark his skin was when he first came in, but the contrast between the shirt and his skin was amazing. His skin was such a deep, dark brown, as dark as the black coffee I held in my hand.
"All I was going to do was offer him some coffee. I didn't really mean anything by it, but I made a comment about his asscrack, nothing dirty or anything, I was just trying to be funny, joke around some, that's all.
"He got up off the floor and stood in front of me. He looked so huge standing there. A foot taller than me and more than twice my weight. His upper-arms looked bigger than my thighs. Honey, that's how big he was. He just stood there for a few moments staring in my eyes, no expression on his face, but his eyes looked angry. I felt a little scared and tried to tell him I was sorry, that I was just kidding around, and I'd leave him alone to finish up his work. I even politely thanked him for coming on such short notice.
"He still didn't say anything. I was still looking into his eyes but it was making me feel uncomfortable. I quickly turned my gaze to the floor. I'm not sure why, but all of sudden he growled at me, 'You fuckin' white bitches are all the same. You live in your big fancy houses, something goes wrong you should be able to take of yourself, you call me out for your little problems, then you open your fuckin' mouth thinking you're funny, making fun of old Jim. Yeah, you're one fuckin' funny lady, you know that, you little piece of white trash.' I don't know why he was so angry with me, but it frightened me.
"I tried to tell him I was sorry again. I was really scared now. His eyes were filled with hatred and there was scowl on his face. I started to turn to leave but he grabbed me by the arm and swung me around. He was between me and the door and he was just so big. I couldn't even see the doorway behind him. 'So, you little white slut,' he snarled, 'you like looking at my big old black ass do you? How 'bout we take a look at that skinny little white ass of yours?'
"The way he was talking scared me. I looked up at him again. Maybe I shouldn't have, but I wanted to talk to him, try to calm him down if I could. I think he could see the terror in my eyes and I could see the rage in his. I knew talking wasn't going to do any good. At that point all I could do was ask him to leave me alone, not to hurt me. I told him he could take what he wanted, that I would give him money if that's what he wanted, but just to leave and I'd never tell anybody he said anything to me. I don't know, he just seemed to get angrier. I don't think he understood what I was trying to say. He looked at me with his angry eyes and said, 'Fuck your money and fuck you too, bitch. You may be a whore, but old Jim ain't no whore! You think money takes care of everything don't you bitch.' At that point, I don't know what I could have done. I felt trapped and afraid.
"All of a sudden grabbed me around the waist pulling me up toward him. He lifted me right off the floor with one arm. Honey, his face was right in mine. I saw his other hand move toward the toolbox on the sink.
"I'm not really sure what all happened next. Everything was like a blur. He just kind of pushed me down holding my hands over my head. I was suspended in mid-air. He had a roll of duct tape in the other hand and ripped the end with his teeth to get it started. He pushed me to my knees holding my arms up, hands together. I could feel the fear flowing through my veins. I didn't know what to do except try try not to fight him. It would have useless anyway. I thought if I cooperated with him he wouldn't hurt me. He held my arms together at the forearms. His hand and fingers wrapped almost all the way around them. With his other hand, he started the tape around my wrists and just kept circling it around and around. The tape was so tight I couldn't move my arms and the way they were twisted hurt. I pleaded with him again to leave, but he didn't respond.
"He pulled me up off my knees and carried me out of the bathroom throwing me on my bed. He told me lay there quietly, not say a word, and went back to the bathroom. I could hear him fumbling around in the toolbox and then he came back out. I had tears in my eyes. I know I whimpered a little, but I tried not to make a sound. I thought maybe he was just trying to scare me, that he wasn't going to hurt me.
"When he came back out, he had some stuff in his hands but I couldn't really tell what he had. Then I saw the duct tape again.
"He unzipped my pants and pulled them off of me. Honey, he ripped my blouse off. I wanted to scream, but I was to afraid. Next, this is the hard part to tell you, he ripped my panties off. I was so exposed, nothing on but my bra, but he pulled that off without even unsnapping it-just ripped it away. My hands were bound together, my tits were in full view and my shaven pussy wasn't even hidden anymore. I was filled with shame as leered down at my naked body. I started to cry but I could tell he didn't care.
"Pulling me up in a sitting position, he pushed my hands between my thighs and started wrapping the tape around my arms and body. My hands and arms were secured. My fingers dangled freely over my pussy. Except for my head and fingers, I couldn't move my upper body at all. I tried to stay still just watching him as he stood over to the side of my bed.
"He took his clothes off. First his shirt. His chest was massive, biggest I've ever seen. He took off his work boots, then his pants. He was standing in front of me with his white underwear on. I saw he had a hard-on, but I looked quickly away. I knew he took off the underwear because I heard him say, 'Look at me bitch, look at my big black cock, you little white whore.' For the first time he kind of laughed, not in a joking kind of way. He was laughing at me-laughing at the predicament I had gotten myself into. He held up his giant dick waving in front of my face. He called it his 'plumber's helper.' I didn't want to look, but I didn't feel I had a choice.
"His cock was so large. The darkness of it made it look menacing. Honey, I'm not exaggerating, but you know that sac below his cock looked like it held two black baseballs. His cock was standing straight out. I'm not sure how big it was, but it looked about the size of my arm from the crook of my elbow to my wrist. I know this sounds stupid, but it was like it was staring at me angerly. I didn't mean to do it, but I was terrified. I screamed at him to please let me go. I pleaded with him. He told me shut up, but I kept screaming. I was still screaming out to him to please let me go when I saw him bend down to the floor and spring right back up. His left hand went behind my head pulling it up and forward. With his other hand, he tried to stuffed his underwear in my mouth. I turned and twisted my head away, but somehow the fingers on the hand behind my head reached around squeezing in on both of sides of my cheeks forcing my mouth open. They were wet and I could smell the musky scent of them under my nose, taste the sweat and feel the precum on them. He pushed them in really tight. I tried to force them out of my mouth with my tongue, trying to spit them out, but couldn't. They were balled up deep to deep in my mouth. I know my eyes were bulging out in fear. I didn't know what he was going to do next.
"He got up on the bed sitting on my hips. The pressure from the weight of his body was tremendous pinning mine to the bed. He propped a couple pillows under my head, not to be nice, but so I could see what was going on and what was going to be happening to me. His big ball sac spread out over my hips and stomach and the tip of his cock rested almost at the base of my tits.
"He reached down, still not saying a word, picking up some rings or clamps. I'm not sure what they were exactly. There were two larger ones and two smaller ones. Each of them had a little screw sticking out the side. He held the two smaller ones in one hand and the other two, well, he had them in his other hand and twirled them around on his fingers in front of my face. I felt so helpless, so vulnerable. I wondered what he was going to do to me, but still, he said nothing. The silence in the room was deafening.
"He put the clamps down, except for one of the larger ones. I watched him turn the screw on the side and the ring got smaller and smaller as he did. He placed it over my boob, but it was too small to go over the top. With his other hand, he grabbed me by my nipple and pulled yanking my breast through the small opening. My skin was scraping against the metal as it was pulled through the tiny opening. I wanted to cry out in pain, but I couldn't. He pulled my tit through the clamp until it was against my chest, then tightened the screw some more. Then he did the same with the other clamp, working my other tit through it the same way he did the first one. Except for the metal scraping against my skin, I guess it didn't hurt much at first, but the pressure started to build in my breasts and that did. You know how milky-white they are. Well, it wasn't long before they started turning fire engine red. I could see the veins in my breasts starting to pop out against the skin.
"What he did next I hate to even think about or talk about. He tightened the smaller rings down and I felt him try to slip one over my nipple. My breast was engorged with blood expanded like a balloon. My nipples were pushed out in a grotesque manner, so far out it looked like they were gone. It just wouldn't go over, but somehow he grabbed it at the very end with his fingers like they were pliers. Honey, he gripped and pulled my nipple and forced it through the narrow opening, then tightened the clamp some more. When he finished with one, he went to work on the other one.
"I don't know how to tell you this. You know how sensitive my nipples are. They were aching, but you know how when you bite them it sends a shiver straight to my pussy. Well, I could feel that familiar electrical current run right from my nipples to my pussy. I'm ashamed to tell you this, but the fingers on my one hand dipped into pussy and with the other hand, well, I rubbed my swollen little clit. I was afraid, but some reason it felt good. I can't explain it to you, but I hope you'll understand. I think he could feel my hands moving underneath him as I rubbed myself down there. I looked at my boobs again. They were swollen and turning a darker red above the metal bands encircling them and squeashed down almost flat where the bands encased them. My nipples were smashed down and elongated out beyond the smaller bands protruding like cigarette butts past the clamps.
"Satisfied with his work, he sat there looking down at my exposed tits. I could tell by the grin on his face he could feel my hands and fingers moving in my pussy and along my clit. I was so humiliated. I should have been so frightened, and I was, but he knew it was turning me on at the same time.
"He flicked his fingers against my nipples. Each time his finger snapped against a nipple pain shot through that breast. It hurt so bad, it really did. I couldn't scream out because my mouth was stuffed with his underwear. Each time his finger snapped against one of my nipples, it felt like that tit was on fire. He picked up my lighter by the bed and played a little game. He lit it and held it under my nipple like he was going to burn me. He didn't, but I could feel the heat from the flame as he laughed. I was panic striken, but for some reason, I'm not sure why, I kept fingering myself, moving my fingers a little faster now.
"He lowered his head moved down to my chest, his mouth open, teeth flashing at me. He bit down on one nipple, bit really hard, then he sucked the other one into his mouth and chewed on it. Each time his teeth closed down, the pain sent shock waves throughout my entire body. It was a mixture of pain, but for some reason, pleasure too, but I wanted him to stop. The pain was starting to become unbearable, but I couldn't move away.
"Finally he stopped. My nipples burned with pain from the assault by his mouth and teeth. He moved up my body plopping his ass right on my tits. His full weight pushed down on them. They were already so swollen. They felt like they were going to burst from the weight. His large cock jutted out over my face. Precum was dripping down around my eyes and nose. I wanted to close my eyes but you know how much I love precum; to see it, to taste it. Blinking my eyes, I just watched. I have to tell you, for some reason it really started to turn me on. I wanted it fall into my mouth, but his cock was just too long. If he would have moved back a little the tip would have been right over my mouth. If my hands and arms hadn't been bound, I hate to say this, but I would have grabbed it and pulled it into my mouth.
"He offered to take the underwear out of my mouth if I promised to be quiet but told me they would be replaced by his fat cock. My mind wanted to say 'no' but I couldn't form the word anyway and for some reason, my head nodded up and down. I was promising to be quiet and take his cock if he freed me from the gag in my mouth. Honey, please understand, I had to get them out of my mouth. I could hardly breathe. My nostrils flared as I tried to breathe. I was taking in as much air as I could through my nose but it wasn't enough and some of the precum under my nose came in with it. There was a lot of it. I almost felt like I was underwater sometimes-almost feeling like I was drowning at times.
"He started to pull the underwear from my mouth, but stopped. 'Remember, I take these out, my cock goes right in your mouth-hole, you understand that, bitch!' I nodded my assent to him. What else could I do. I didn't really have a choice. My tits were crushed and felt like bursting under his weight, I was having a hard time breathing, my nipples felt like someone was holding a match to them, my hands and arms were secured by the tape and the weight of his body made it impossible to move mine.
"He ripped the underwear from my mouth. I sucked in air, but only for a moment. It was like slow-motion, but it really happened all so fast. He pushed his log-sized cock down toward my mouth. I watched with fear and trepidation, I guess 'awe' would be the right word, as his monster dick dropped below my eyes, past my nose and, as he shifted his body back, increasing the pressure on my tits that smashed further down and against my chest. He moved his cock down toward my lips. The tip was right over my lips, the warm juice was flowing out of him and into my mouth. Honey, I don't know how to tell you this but it tasted so good. I really couldn't move my head much in the position I was in, but I was able to draw the cockhead into my mouth to suck the stream into my mouth and run my tongue under and around the head of the huge black mushroom in my mouth.
"Don't misunderstand what I'm saying. It wasn't that I wanted to do, I just figured if I could hurry up and get him to come he'd get out of there. He raised his hips slightly, relieving the pressure on my tits and started to force feed his cock into my mouth. Nothing gentle about it, not taking his time to inch it in, but just slamming it forward. I tried to suck him, to move my head, but the pillows behind my head stopped me from being able to move it very much. I thought if I could get my head moving back and forth in cadence with his fucking stick, then maybe I could make him come quicker that's all. I wanted to tell him it could be better for both of us, but my mouth was stuffed full of his hot cock. And I knew I would be right, it would have been better for me and it would have felt better for him. His cock was pushing against the top of mouth and down to the back of my throat. Maybe he finally realised it wasn't real comfortable for him either, his cock sliding over my teeth. He finally lifted his body slightly up and pulled my body up some, giving him better access to fucking my mouth and a little room for me fuck back. I couldn't believe my fingers were still dancing across my clit, a little faster now.
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