Her Nocturnal Visitor

(Author’s note:  This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental.  All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age.)

It had been one of those days, and she was dog-tired.  A long day filled with the everyday trials and tribulations of working in the city’s biggest advertising firm as a senior executive had been followed by an equally long evening consumed by a “working dinner” during which she successfully put the finishing touches on the deal she had spent the entire day struggling to close.  By the time the dinner and the evening were concluded she had won a multi-million-dollar account for her firm, an account that several male senior executives had been unsuccessfully trying to win for more than a year.  She knew that there was going to be the inevitable talk around the water cooler that the only reason she had been able to pull it off was because she used her “feminine charms” on the client – meaning she had flashed her tits at him – but she didn’t care.  She had won the account by using her wits and her talents, and if it didn’t hurt that she was also a very attractive woman with an overly large bustline then that wasn’t her fault.  She made it a point to never wear anything to the office that drew attention to her figure, and today had been no different – she had worn a gray woman’s business suit that fit her well and looked professional while not showing so much as a hint of cleavage.  The nay-sayers could just go to hell, and that was all there was to it.

Twenty minutes after walking in the door of her modest one-story house she was soaking in her large, custom-installed bathtub and letting the hot water soak her achiness and stress away.  She sat back in the tub, her light brown hair piled up on her head, her head back and her eyes closed, a glass of red wine on the side of the tub, and did nothing but relax until the water started to lose its edge.  Fifteen minutes after that she was ready for bed, dressed in her most comfortable “sleeping outfit” consisting of a pair of pink bikini panties and an oversized white men’s tank top.  She got into the bed and slid beneath the covers, reaching over to turn off the light on the nightstand before lying down completely.  She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, never hearing the grandfather clock in the hall strike ten.

She had no idea how long she had been sleeping when she was abruptly awakened by someone slapping a thick cloth over her mouth and nose, and she could tell by the smell that it was filled with chloroform.  Her eyes flew open in surprise and she struggled against the hand on her face, looking up at her attacker and seeing nothing but a dark shadow looming above her.  She cried out but her cries were muffled by the cloth covering her mouth, and even if there had been someone else in the house she wouldn’t have been heard.  But she was alone and in trouble, and she knew it.  Her assailant held her down with one hand over her mouth and the other pressing down onto her chest between her breasts, pinning her to the bed.  It only took a few moments before the chloroform did its job, her struggles slowing as her eyes slid closed and she lapsed into unconsciousness.

The sharp, acrid smell of an ammonia capsule being broken right under her nose shocked her back to conciousness, and she inhaled sharply through her nose as the fumes pierced her nasal passages.   She tried opening her mouth to breathe but found that her mouth had been sealed closed with duct tape, forcing her to breathe through just her nose instead.  She opened her eyes and quickly looked around, the room illuminated by the light on the nightstand.  She was sitting on the floor next to her bed, propped up against the side of the bed with her hands bound behind her back.  Her legs were straight out in front of her, bound together at the knees and ankles with duct tape, and she could tell by the feel that her wrists were bound with duct tape as well. 

The intruder was kneeling down on one knee next to her on her left side closest to the nightstand, and he stood up as she came fully awake.  She looked up at him as he looked down on her; he was tall, six feet at least, and was dressed completely in black.  He was wearing black boots, black tactical pants, a long sleeve black shirt, black leather gloves, and the same kind of black mask that SWAT teams wore, only his eyes and an oval patch of white skin visible through the opening.  She felt her breathing quicken and her heart rate increase, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at him, fear evident in her eyes.

Without a word he slid the broken ammonia capsule into his pants pocket, then pulled something long, black and rectangular out of a side pocket of his pants.  He held it in his hand for a moment; then there was a ‘click’ and a long, shiny knife blade snapped out of the end of what he was holding.  Her eyes went wide when she saw the knife blade glinting in the light, and she cried out behind the duct tape covering her mouth, shaking her head back and forth as the man stepped over her.  He placed one foot on either side of her thighs and looked down at her for a moment, his eyes cold and emotionless, before squatting down directly in front of her.  He looked into her eyes for a moment, not saying a word, the knife still in his hand.  He slipped the knife blade under one of the straps of the tank top she was wearing, then cut it cleanly in two with one quick, deft motion of his hand.  He repeated this with the other strap, cutting it as well, the shirt falling away and uncovering her big breasts.  He stood up and looked down at her for a few moments, watching her large breasts bobbing slightly with the rising and falling of her chest as she breathed fast and deep, the knife still in his hand.  Then there was another ‘click’ as the knife blade snapped back into the handle, and then the man put the knife back into the pocket it came from. 

She looked up at him, breathing hard and fast through her nose in anticipation and fear of what was going to come next, moaning behind the duct tape covering her mouth.  He didn’t move or make a sound, but just stood there looking down at her.  She may not have noticed that her nipples were hard, her fairly large areolas crinkling up around them, but the man did.  He smiled behind his mask, then bent over and ripped the duct tape from her mouth before standing back up.

“OH!” she cried as the tape was yanked from her mouth.  She panted for breath through her open mouth, looking up at her captor as she did.  She took several large breaths before she found her wits enough to speak.

“Please don’t hurt me!” she gasped, pleading with him.  “Take whatever you want, you can have anything you want, just please don’t hurt me!”  Her breath was coming hard and fast now, her big breasts heaving and swaying with the rising and falling of her chest.  The man looked down at her for another moment, then slowly shook his head from side to side.

“No?  What do you mean, no?” she asked, puzzled and afraid.  “Then what?  Why am I tied up like this?  What are you going to do with me?  What is it that you want?”

The man looked down at her for just a moment, then slowly unzipped his pants.  Never taking his eyes off of her, he reached inside his pants and pulled out his cock.  He was already fully erect, his cock rock-hard and throbbing; her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as she looked at the biggest cock she had ever seen right in front of her.

“Oh, my God!” she gasped, unable to take her eyes from the throbbing shaft looming above her.  “That…that thing is huge!” she said, looking up at the man briefly before letting her eyes fall back down to his cock. 

She stared at his cock, the shaft bobbing slightly with the blood pumping through it.  She had no idea how big he was, but the cock in front of her had to be at least eight inches long.  He was circumcised, the flared ridges of the head of his erect cock fully visible, the veins along the shaft standing out clearly.  He must have been clean shaven behind the cloth of his pants because she didn’t see any pubic hair protruding out at all.  As she watched, a drop of clear precum appeared at the tip of his cock; she didn’t notice it, but the sight made her own juices begin to flow and made her already hard nipples twinge.

“What…what are you going to do with that?   What are you going to do to me?” she asked timidly, looking up at him, her breathing coming fast and shallow.  “Please don’t hurt me!” she begged, the fear evident in her eyes.

Without taking his eyes from hers and without a word, the man stepped forward until his cock was inches from her face.  Then he grasped his cock in one gloved hand and guided it to her mouth, rubbing the head over her lips and spreading his slick precum over them. 

“OH! MMM!” she gasped as his cock touched her lips.  She clamped her lips closed as an initial response to his touch, and he immediately reached down with his other hand and pinched her nostrils closed, forcing her to open her mouth after a few moments of not being able to breathe.   She gasped slightly as she parted her lips to take a breath, the intruder releasing her nose from between his fingers and continuing to rub the tip of his cock over her lips.  They soon became slick with his fluid, and she looked up at him with wide eyes as he continued to spread his precum over her soft lips.  She looked into his eyes as she opened them a little more without realizing it, allowing the tip of his cock to protrude into her mouth just a little bit.  She touched the head of his cock with her tongue by reflex, tasting the slick saltiness of his precum.  She felt her pussy throb in response and realized for the first time that she was getting wet, and that her nipples were so hard they actually hurt.  She pulled her head back just enough so that she could speak without the head of his cock in her way.

“You…you want me to suck your cock, is that it?” she asked, looking up at him, his cock less than an inch away from her mouth.  He looked down at her without replying, holding his cock at her mouth for a moment before he pushed it forward a bit, sliding the first half of the head of his cock between her lips.  She instinctively closed her lips gently around the head of his cock, rubbing her tongue over the tip of his cock without realizing she was doing it.  His precum was really flowing now, salty and slick on her tongue.  She looked up at him as she sucked gently, pulling the precum from his cock as her instincts began to take over.  After a few moments she pulled her head back again to speak once more.

“If I do this, will you let me go?” she asked as she looked up at him, the tip of his cock bouncing against her lips as she spoke. 

His reply was to first push the head of his cock back into her mouth, then to grab her head in his hands and thrust his hard cock deep into her mouth, pulling her head forward as he did.

“MMMMPHH!” she cried out, her eyes flying open wide as his cock invaded her mouth.  She closed her lips around his cock out of reflex and then gagged as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat.  He held his cock deep in her mouth as she coughed around the shaft several times, gripping her head firmly in his hands, then slid his cock out until just the head was between her lips.  Before she had a chance to react he pushed his cock back into her mouth again, just as deep as before only not quite as hard, holding it there for a moment before he began thrusting it in and out of her mouth in long, firm, steady strokes, holding her head in his hands as he pulled her head back and forth in time with his strokes.

“MMMPH!  MMMPH!  MMMPH!  MMMPH!” she cried out around his cock as he fucked her mouth in a steady, even rhythm.  Her own reflexes began to take over, and she closed her lips tighter around his shaft and pressed her tongue up against the underside of his shaft, letting it slide over her tongue as he thrust in and out of her mouth.  She looked up at him with wide eyes, her mouth filled with his hardness, and she could taste his precum flowing out of his cock and onto her tongue before sliding down her throat.  She could also feel her pussy getting wetter by the moment, her feminine musk beginning to fill the room. 

Struggling against the tape binding her hands behind her back she sucked on his cock as best she could, applying as much suction as possible; soon both his cock and her lips were coated with her saliva, and the slurping sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth filled the room as he continued to fuck her mouth in a steady, even rhythm.  After a few moments he suddenly released her head from his hands, pulling his cock out of her mouth but holding it less than an inch away from her lips.  His cock was shiny with her saliva, bobbing slightly as the blood pumped through it.  She gasped for breath as her mouth was freed from his cock, her mouth dropping open as she fought to catch her breath.  She looked up at him as she spoke, still panting for breath, a long, thin strand of shiny saliva hanging from her lower lip and extending to the tip of his cock.

“You’re going to face-fuck me, is that it?” she asked, looking into his eyes.  “You’re going to face-fuck me until you cum?” she said, her mouth hanging open as the thin strand of saliva dropped from her bottom lip to land on her heaving breasts.  “Will you let me go then?  Will you let me go after you – MMMPHH!” she cried out as the intruder suddenly grabbed her head in his hands and shoved his cock back into her mouth.  Her eyes flew open wide at the sudden attack, and she once again clamped her lips around his cock as he began thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth with the same force and same steady rhythm as before.  She pulled against the tape around her wrists, wanting desperately to get free, but knew it was hopeless.  She was securely bound both hand and foot and was completely at his mercy.

And the whole thing was making her nipples harder and her pussy wetter than she could remember.

She looked up at the man standing over her as he moved her head forward and back, shoving her mouth up and down the length of his cock as he face-fucked her in a steady rhythm.  She sucked on his hard shaft as best as she could, running her soft tongue along the underside of his shaft as it invaded her mouth over and over again, thinking that the faster she made him cum the sooner he’d let her go and then leave. 

But it soon became apparent that the man was in no hurry.  He settled into a routine of face-fucking her in long, deep strokes for several minutes before pulling his cock out of her mouth and releasing her head from his hands, standing there motionless for a few moments and looking down at her gasping for breath before grabbing her head in his hands and shoving his cock back into her mouth.  It was apparent to her that he was doing this to delay cumming, and that every time he got close he’d pull out and wait, letting the urge pass before face-fucking her some more.  She sucked on his cock as hard as she could, her saliva coating his cock and her lips, running down her chin and dripping onto her breasts as she tried to make him cum over and over again.  She moaned around his cock in her mouth as he used her, gagging whenever he’d push really hard and the tip of his cock would hit the back of her throat.  Her nipples were so hard they hurt and her pussy was wetter than ever by now, and the aroma of her feminine musk was thick in the air.  She wiggled her butt on the floor to try and relieve the sensations flooding through her pussy but it didn’t do any good – she needed direct contact on her clit, and with her hands bound behind her back that was impossible.  She moaned in frustration around his cock as the face-fucking continued, helpless to do anything except be used by him.

Then the pace of his face-fucking her increased, the man pulling on her head faster and faster.  She looked up at him with wide eyes, barely able to focus on him as he yanked her head down onto his cock harder and faster.  Soon he was face-fucking her so fast and hard that she could barely breathe, the saliva flowing out of her mouth and dripping from her chin onto her breasts in a steady stream.  She kept her lips closed as tightly as she could around his cock and sucked on it as hard as she could, urging him to cum. 

“MMPH!  MMPH!  MMPH!  MMPH! MMPH!” she cried out in time with his thrusting, her cries muffled around his cock, and this only made the man fuck her mouth harder and faster, entwining his gloved fingers in her hair and yanking her head up and down on his cock.  She didn’t even notice the pain but was distracted by the brutal face-fucking he was giving her.

Suddenly the man’s motions increased rapidly; a moment later he made the first sound since he’d been there, groaning loudly as he shoved his cock deep into her mouth, yanking her head into his crotch and holding her face against him as he finally came.  His cock exploded in her mouth, and she gagged as the first stream of cum blasted out of his cock and hit the back of her throat.  She swallowed quickly, trying to swallow his cum before she drowned in it, the shaft pumping in her mouth as it spewed out stream after stream of hot, thick cum, filling her mouth faster than she could swallow it.  Her cheeks bulged out as her mouth quickly filled to overflowing.  His cum leaked out of the sides of her mouth and ran down her face and chin, dripping down onto her breasts to join the saliva that was already there.  She looked up at him with wide eyes as his cock pumped his cum into her mouth, her eyes watering and her pussy on fire.

He released her head from his grip and pulled his cock out of her mouth, quickly grabbing it and pointing it at her face as his orgasm continued.  Her mouth fell open and she gasped for breath, closing her eyes as several long streams of hot, sticky cum landed on her face and in her mouth.  She had never seen a man cum this much before, and she was amazed at just how much cum there was.  When he was finally finished cumming her face and chin were covered with long, white ropes of his cum, the fluid running down her cheeks and hanging from the side of her jaw until finally dropping onto her breasts.  She looked up at him as she fought to catch her breath, watching as he stood over her and held his cock pointed at her face until his orgasm was finished. 

“Oh my God, there’s so much cum!” she gasped, looking at his cock for a moment before looking back up at him.  Her mouth was hanging open as she tried to catch her breath, and he moved his cock forward and slipped it into her mouth again, this time not grabbing her head.  She knew what he wanted and moved her head forward, taking his entire cock into her mouth before closing her lips around it.  She sucked the cum from his shaft as he slowly pulled out of her mouth, and when only the head was still in her mouth he paused, leaving it there for a moment.  She sucked hard, pulling the last bit of cum out of him, swallowing it down with the rest of it.  When she was sure she had it all she opened her mouth and he pulled away, taking two steps back.  Still straddling her bound legs he tucked his cock back into his pants, then pulled up the zipper. 

Then he stepped to the side and took the knife out of his pocket again.  He clicked the blade open, then squatted down and deftly cut the tape binding her legs and ankles, leaving it in place instead of removing it.  Then he stood up and turned to face her, reaching down and pushing her torso forward with his hand on her shoulder.  He leaned over her and cut the tape around her wrists, leaving it in place as well.  He stepped back as she sat up, pulling her arms apart and bringing them around in front of her.  He clicked the knife blade closed and put it back into his pocket as she removed the tape from her wrists, her face still covered with his cum.  She rubbed her wrists as she looked up at him, neither of them saying a word.

Without breaking eye contact with her he reached into the thigh pocket on his other side and withdrew a white envelope, holding it up for her to see.  She saw her name written in black on the outside of the envelope, and after holding it up for a few seconds he dropped it into her lap.  Then he turned and left, walking silently out of the room, stepping over her legs as he did.  She listened for the sound of a door closing but never heard it; he was obviously good at what he did – very good, in fact.

A few moments later with his cum still running down her cheeks and dripping onto her chest she picked up the envelope and opened it, then took out the piece of paper inside.  She unfolded the paper and saw that it was a receipt “for services previously purchased and now rendered.”  The receipt was from “The Fantasy Factory,” with the motto of “Making Your Adult Themed Dreams Cum True” written beneath the company name at the top of the receipt.

“And worth every penny!” she said to herself out loud, a smile on her face.  She made a mental note to call Jennifer Mann, her best friend who had recommended the service to her and thank her for the suggestion. 

But right now she needed to cum in the worst possible way, so she yanked the tape from her legs and ankles and then got up, put the receipt and envelope on the nightstand, then opened the drawer of the nightstand and took out her hibachi.  A few short minutes later she was lying naked on her bed, thrashing and moaning loudly as she experienced one of the most intense orgasms of her life. 

When she fell asleep a few minutes later, she did so with the intruder’s cum still on her face and chest, and a smile on her face as well.

Fini.