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their local neighborhood friends, she decided to soak up the rays a bit more herself. Sitting down on the wooden bench, directly across and off to the side of the sandy lot, where her man of the hour will have a direct line-of-sight to her. She leaned forward a bit, crossed her arms, reached for the bottom hem of her outer shirt and pulled it off. She stretched far and wide, pressing the voluptuous curves of her breasts hard against the tight fabric of her sport shirt.

Her now hard and pointy nipples were clearly visible to anyone who chose to look her way, her tannish areolas providing a ring of desire that topped her bra-less B+ sized breasts. She so loved how men enjoyed looking at her body and she loved toying with them as well. As she was clearly now toying with her 'dirty old man' as she began to fondly think of him.

The only thing wrong with this flirty plan of hers, as she was toying with this stranger from across the way, she was getting wetter and wetter, she could feel her juices flowing and beginning to drip from her now engorging feminine folds. And it didn't help matters, when he stood up and she saw how in shape he was; with arms that obviously belied a man who pursued athletic endeavors at one point in his life, if not now. And when he stood up, for an older gent, he was indeed quite trim; she felt her moisture thicken as she saw his ass in those jeans. Mmmm, nothing sexier than a man in good fitting jeans she thought. And quickly wondered, 'just what kind of a package' might he be sporting?

And if on cue, she saw him looking straight at her and reached under his jeans to adjust his cock.

HE DID NOT JUST DO THAT, she thought to herself. Oh, but he did. And he smiled, oh but the arrogance!

She didn't know whether to be mortified or excited. She chuckled.

And as if to read her mind, he smiled at her and sat back down, spread his legs a bit and, clearly, she could see that he was sporting a hard-on. He melted her effrontery with his smile.

Emboldened, she looked to see where her girls were and with them safely away from this, now increasingly sexy dance she was about to embark upon, she reached up to adjust her boobies, pulling them tighter together, giving them a bit more cleavage. He smiled and nodded his approval and again reached, to gently stroke his cock; attempting to avoid being too obvious in his ministrations. God he was sexy and he was making her very, very wet and very achy.

The hell with it she thought, it was now her turn to see if she could shock him a bit. What she did next, never in a million years, would she have thought it possible, she pulled up her "so-not-pants" yoga pants, until she could feel its seam split her now super wet and super puffy lips; he should now be able to see her obviously horny and aroused state; her camel toe now very obvious in its pronouncement. She opened her legs wider and rocked her knees back and forth. Though he couldn't see, she closed her eyes, behind her dark shades as she felt the ripples of arousal beginning to course up and down her spine, tingling her and achingly begging for her to touch her clit. She did, and he watched, and she loved the daringness of it. If her pants were not soaked before, they are definitely soaked now. She didn't care. Good thing they were not light in color or it would have looked like she had just peed.

When she opened her eyes after feeling her almost-orgasm, she saw him stand up, adjust his now-very-obviously-hard-cock and start walking over to her. "Oh my God" she said out loud inadvertently, he's coming over here. Is that what I really want? Do I want to meet him? I don't even know him and I have my girls here; I cannot put them at risk? She was torn, between lust and fright. What was she to do?

He kept walking closer and closer, and as he neared, she felt her fear subside and her excitement grow. And her horniness, she was so fucking turned on, if the girls weren't' there, she'd absolutely let him fuck her in the park, even in public. A fantasy of hers that she's never shared with anyone. Here nipples were now hurting so bad, so hard and taut they were.

As he came closer and closer, she began to notice more of his features, his day old stubble and rugged handsomeness; the crookedness of one of his teeth on his lower bite; his manly chest, rising and falling with each breath he took, the salt and pepperiness of his hair; each of his nipples also hard (just seeing that made her squirt a bit more juice onto her now soaked pants - damn she should have worn panties); and of course, the outline of his hard cock - she wondered what he would taste like...

And just as he was about to crest the invisible defensive barrier she had imagined surrounded her, her two girls broke the reverie and jumped up on her.

"Mommy, mommy, come play with us, we are going to go climb to the tippity-top of the tower, come help us get up there."

She frowned and smiled. Frowned that this delightful little dance, which she was so thoroughly enjoying, with a complete stranger, now must come to an abrupt end. And smiled that her girls were enjoying themselves and were completely oblivious to the oh so very adult drama taking place within their stance.

"Ma'am, you have two very beautiful little girls, I have to say, but I'm also not at all surprised, given the beauty that their mother beckons just as well."

"Why, thank you Sir, I'm flattered." And after a pause, with the breaking of a wicked smile, "On many levels, too," she winked, as the girls quickly pulled her off the bench and towards the jungle gym.

"Nice to meet you," he called after her running form... she turned around briefly to see him smile her way, before turning to leave the park. She smiled wistfully.

"Oh, ugh, oh, yes... feel how wet you made me today... I need you to fuck me. I need to feel your cock split me open," Damn, I'm fucking going crazy with needing a good solid fuck. She continued to rub her clit, her hand under the hem of her pants, feeling the wet folds, which never completely dried up from the days' activity. But before she could finally break through and feel her womanly pleasures, the day's and girl's impact on her, caused her to drift into a deep sleep. On the bed, over the covers, still fully clothed. Sleep came quickly and mercifully as she succumbed to a sexy dream.

She felt her body being lifted and turned over, she felt her lover's hands on her ass, she felt him feeling her back, her arms, her legs. She felt the weight of his body over hers as she felt her arms and legs being stretched out. She wanted him to take her as she pressed her ass against his hard cock, now nestled between the twin globes of her ass cheeks.

She then felt his caressed on her ankles, first one and then the other. Then she felt him taking her wrists, again one before the other. Then a piece of silk invaded her mouth and forced her to open up a slight bit, until she felt a tightening behind her neck.

Wait a minute, something is not right here. Wait, what, huh?

She woke. Still groggy, she slowly regained her senses and within moments of opening her eyes and realizing the room was now dark; she did not remember turning off the light. What's going on?

When she went to turn over, from her tummy and onto her back, she realized that she couldn't, she couldn't move, she tried, but she was fully immobilized. Was she still dreaming, was this an awake dream? She still couldn't tell, but something was definitely amiss.

As she became more conscious, and she tried, this time, more forcefully to turn over, a pain started in her wrist, kind of a squeezing kind of pain. It was in that moment, that she began to realize that her wrist was tied. Not just the one, but both of them. Quickly too, she realized that her ankles were tied as well. She was tied to her bed and when she tried to say something, she realized she couldn't move her mouth normally. Oh my god, I'm tied up and gagged.

Now she was startled awake with the realization of her situation, she was tied, helpless and someone did this to her. SOMEONE is in the room with me. OH NO, my girls, she thought.

She started to thrash about and as she did, she felt a weight get on the bed with her. She felt someone straddle over her ass and lean his weight on her back, she felt him and smelled his musk as he leaned forward.

"Shhhh, do not move, do not try to talk, I have you completely tied up, do you understand? Nod if you do?

Even with her eyes wide open, the pitch black darkness was not giving up a hint of who this stranger was that had taken advantage of her stupor to compromise her well-being. Oh my god, why is this happening. What is going to happen to me... my girls? No, no, no, this cannot be happening. She started to whimper.

"Again, keep quiet," he forcefully whispered. "You don't want to wake your girls, do you?"

And if on cue, she began to sob, almost uncontrollably and thrash about in her completely vulnerable, tied up state, as if her sheer will could help her break the bonds of her unwanted captivity.

"Quiet," he hissed, "If you stay quiet and you do everything, exactly as I instruct you to do, you do not have to worry about your girls. No harm will come to them. My only interest is with you. Do you understand?"

As if a button was pushed, she began to calm down, as long as her girls were OK, she will do whatever he wanted, whatever he asked, no matter what, as long as she could protect her girls.

She nodded in the affirmative, that she understood.

"Good girl," he whispered, and he got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. She could hear him start the shower, step in and presumably start to wash himself off.

She closed her eyes, oh god, please don't let anything bad happen, I'll do whatever I have to do, she silently prayed. She squeezed her eyes shut to keep from crying.

The shower turned off and though it was still dark, she turned her head in the direction of the bathroom and saw his silhouetted form; he was naked and drying himself off with her towel. He could see the outlines of his torso, obviously muscular and taut. She still couldn't see who this stranger was or what he wanted. But she could only imagine.

He walked back over to the bed and from the side, started again to caress her ass. Wait, wait, this was the same caress she felt in her dream; it wasn't a dream. It was REAL! Oh my...

It was then that she felt the tip of something sharp at the small of her back. Shit, a knife...

"Don't move, lest you want to get hurt," again, this stranger whispered. Out of pure fear, knowing that a knife was at her back, she remained shock still; she closed her eyes tightly.
She felt it before she realized what he was doing, he was cutting her yoga pants; she heard the snap of the elastic waistline as it was cut and released its tension. She heard the fabric ripping as it was cut, first down the middle, just above her ass and cunt, before slipping down one pant leg and then the other. She felt the cool breeze upon her skin as it was exposed to the night air. It wasn't long before the fabric had been completely sliced; he pulled the now tattered pants from under her torso - she was bare assed and completely exposed to this guy.

She whimpered, whether from fear or arousal, she couldn't say. But he did.

"Ah my little one, I see that you like being exposed to me this way. I can smell your arousal."

She struggled against the ropes again, almost angry at being caught with her pants down (pun intended). Indeed, this was arousing her, she had been forcefully taken before and oddly enough, her darkest fantasy was to be taken this way again. Go figure, but it was happening, at least she thought it was happening and by god, she was getting really turned on.

The knife was back, this time, at her back, cutting, first her tank top and then her sports top. And as with her pants, once he was done slicing and dicing the fabric from her skin, he tugged the fabric away until she was completely naked, and completely, entirely at his mercy, bound and gagged.

She heard the rip of fabric and next she realized he was wrapping a piece of her shirt or pant, she couldn't at first tell which, around her eyes; he blinded her, even though the blackness of the eve did not enable her to get a visual sense of him.

Then at once she was flooded with two realizations, first, that he turned the light on, presumably so he can observe her now naked flesh and second, he must have used the crotch of her yoga pants as her blindfold, because her scent was so powerfully swirling about her head. Between her helplessness at being tied spread eagle, being naked to this stranger's eyes, being blindfolded with her own damp yoga pants and secretly wishing she would be taken against her will... she couldn't stop the waves of desire and pleasure that were coming quickly to the fore. As much as she was afraid, she wanted him.

And he knew it.

She felt his weight and then she felt him straddle her. He sat upon her upper thighs, where her legs parted and her swollen pussy was obvious to his sight. She felt him take his naked cock in his hand and start to masturbate. Oh how she loved to watch a man fist his own cock and then shoot his cum. If only she could watch him now.

He then pressed his weight upon her form... his cock now nestled in the crack of her ass. He started rubbing his cock up and down her crack... back and forth he felt his cock sliding up her dampened crack. He reached forward and grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled it hard back toward him... he grabbed her throat and kept driving his cock along her crack.

Only now, in her aroused state, she started pressing her ass up at him, like she did before in her not-a-dream state.

He then pulled his cock back and after letting go of her throat, yet involuntarily, she raised her butt so her ass cheeks could straddle his cock, now very close to the entrance to her now, very soaking wet cunt.

"Do you want me to fuck you, my little pet." Is this what you want? For me to slip my cock into your gaping wet hole?"

She didn't answer straight away, in part, one could say, because her mouth was pretty much out of commission with the gag and all, but that wasn't an excuse he would accept.

He slapped her ass hard, THWACK. Hard enough that his handprint started to raise a red welt where it had landed, and she cried a whimper of pain. She started to shake her head no.

"What," he whispered, incredulously, you don't want me to fuck you? THWACK, his hand hit her, again, and again, and again... so hard that she started to cry, still shaking her head no...

He let go of her hair and moved back further down the bed, took his thumb and jammed it deep into her cunt...

"You are soaking fucking wet, little one, are you sure you don't want my cock inside you?"

And as he said this, she could feel his thumbing caressing her G-spot...and.. OH NO...her A-spot. NO, NO, NO, don't let him play with my A-spot, I won't be able to contain myself... NO, NO, NO.

She was vigorously shaking her head no, but inside, she was saying, yes, I want him to fuck me, I want to feel his cock, I want him to take me and make me his... yes, yes, yes.

No, she kept shaking her head... but her body started to convulse, in that familiar way that happens, when she begins to get to that place, where she could no longer stop the impending orgasm.

Closer and closer she was getting, her skin was warm and a sheen of sweat was making itself known. Just as she was about to crest, he stopped.

"Nooooooooo," she moaned, muffled through her gag.

"No, you don't want me to fuck you?"

"No," came the muffled answer, "I mean yes, I mean no, don't stop."

"Don't stop what," I whispered?

"You know."

"No, my little one, I don't."

"I want to cum."

"You want to cum, but you don't want me to fuck you,"

"No, yes, I mean, yes, fuck me, take me, make me yours. Make me cum... please."

"Please, what?"

"Please Sir, make me cum. I need to cum, I've needed it all day. Please, please, Sir."

With that, she felt me shimmy up her legs, positioned, my now very drippy, pre-cummy cock at the sloppily wet opening to her tunnel and as I pushed, as best as she could, she tried to suck me into her pussy.

"Mmmmm, yes," I heard her muffle, as she felt my cock bury itself into her wet snatch.

"Boy, for a momma, you have a tight little cunny hole."

"Who do you belong to now, my little pretty?"

"I belong to you, yes... yes, harder... fuck me like the bitch I am. Fuck me with that hard, hot cock of yours."

And with that... I did just that... I fucked her...until she came, not once, not twice, but three times; I felt her cream soak my cock.

Yes... yes... YES...she hissed as her orgasms overtook her body and she shook and thrashed, to the degree she was able, being tied to the four corners of the bed and all.

She was now spent, her ragged breathing had slowed; and yet, I hadn't cum.

I was still laying atop her when I leaned over and whispered. "I'm going to leave your blindfold on, but will take off your gag and untie you. You won't give me any trouble now will you? I've one more thing for you to do and if you do this one last thing, to my satisfaction, I will leave you and your girls to be, never to darken your doorway again. Agreed?"

She shook her head yes.

"Good girl."

I untied her from the bed and removed her gag. I led her from the bed and onto her knees on the floor. When she was in position, I told her to suck my cock.

She reached forward and once she found my thigh, she was able to find my still hard cock and promptly began to lick it, tasting her elixir and licking it off my cock. Oh it was sublime, to first feel her cunt and to now feel her mouth, both were delightful holes for me to caress with my cock.

I grabbed the back of her head and jammed my hard cock down her throat. She began to gag, but I did not let her up. She pressed her palms against my thighs, wanting me to release her, but not before she gagged a few more times and she began to tear up did I release her.

She gasped for air... and then, once her lungs were full again, she pulled me forward and began to suck me off in earnest.

It didn't take long, before I began to feel the familiar tingle in my spine, notating my inching closer and closer to the point of no return.

"Finger fuck yourself," I want you to cum again, with me." She reached down and as she sucked me, she began to fuck herself. I slowed my pace, looking to time my release with hers. I could feel her getting closer, for the closer she got, the more forceful and quicker she sucked on my turgid rod.

"mmmm..gggaaa... uuugggh... MMMM... aaaaahhhhh..."

"Yes my pretty, cum to Daddy." The closer I could sense her cumming, the closer I could feel my orgasm.

"Yes, baby, oooh...aaaah...yes, suck that cock... such a good cocksucker you are... oh... ohooo... ooooh...mmmmmm... yes.... AAAAHHH, I'm gonna cum...

I pulled out at the last moment and as I started spurting my cum all over her face, she began to howl... ohh...OOOOHHHHHHHHH... she was getting a bit too loud, she might wake the girls, so I shoved my cock back in her mouth, to quiet her...

And to have her clean me off.

Suffice to say, when all was said and done, I laid her back on her bed, this time on her back. I kissed her on the mouth, full on. Both of us did, she grabbed me as I grabbed her and we kissed each other deeply.

And before I departed, I spoke, in my full voice, no whisper this time...

Indeed, you and your girls are some of the most beautiful creatures, I've had the pleasure of laying eyes upon. You are delicious...on many levels, too

And with that I walked out, fulfilling my promise, never to darken her doorway again...

She took off her blindfold and wondered... and smiled...

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