My Deepest Fantasy (L)

My husband and I have been together for 13 years and married for almost two years. I’ve just turned 28, and my husband 35. Even though we have been together a long time and have children, our sex life is better than ever.

We had fixed it so my parents would babysit our son for a whole weekend, Friday to Sunday. My husband and I decided to go shopping for some underwear for me. Sometimes we do it when we have a babysitter. It is always my husband who decides what to buy. It is, after all, for his pleasure later in the evening. And he always chooses a matching bra and panties.

I drove my son to my parents in the morning, then I drove home. I got a text message from my husband that I would go home and take a shower, put on my sexiest clothes, and then meet him in town. I did as I was told. I am the more submissive person in our relationship, and my husband is dominant. It is not visible outside our home, but in the bedroom—my God!

I took a shower, dried my long blonde hair, and put on some makeup. Then I went into the closet and took out my schoolgirl outfit—a black and red plaid skirt with a white blouse, just like my husband likes it.   Today I wanted to be a naughty schoolgirl and tease him when we were shopping for lingerie. And I knew I’d regret it later. Still, it is so worth it to see his eyes darken when I “accidentally” drop something on the ground and show a little more than I should have for him and everyone else around—not just because he hates when I do so, but also because he begins to fantasize about how he will punish me once when we get home.

I put my hair in a high ponytail and slipped on my stockings with garters to attach the panties. My skirt barely reached below the ribbons. I took my shoulder bag, stepped out of the house, and started walking toward the car. I slammed the door to the car and started it. I backed down the road from our house and drove to town. I had not gone far when someone suddenly snatched hold of my ponytail.

I screamed. Then I heard a rough male voice. “Shut up! No one can hear you.”

I saw something in the rearview mirror—a large man with a balaclava. I shouted even louder. I tried to get free, but he was much stronger than me.

“You can drive to the left a little further ahead,” he said. I did as he said. “Good, stop the car and step out.” It was getting dark outside, so I thought if I had a single chance to get away from him, it was now. I got out of the car and started running, but I didn’t get far; already around the car, he caught me in his strong arms. I kicked at him and screamed.

“I will only say this once, even if you manage to get loose and run into the woods, I will hunt you down, and I will not be kind to you. Now, stand with your hands on the hood.”

He let go of me so I could put my hands against the car. I tried to turn toward him and see if I could tell who it was. He gave me a slap across the cheek. He shouted, “Face the car!” I started shaking and fell to my knees, feeling tears in my eyes. “Please do not kill me,” I said.

“Kill you? No, do not be afraid of it. I will only take advantage of you,” he said.

“Only,” I whispered to myself.

He said, “What did you say?!”

“Nothing,” I replied.

“Strange, I could swear I could hear you say something,” he said.

He grabbed me and lifted me over the hood so that I lay on my stomach.

“Arch for me,” he said. I did as I was told. “Good girl, now spread your legs.”

He approached, and I could feel his hands on my hips and how he lifted my skirt so that my ass was exposed. He took a few steps backward. “I like this view,” he said. He approached again. “And now I want you to relax and let things happen.”

I could feel his fingers stroking my pussy from behind. His other hand grabbed my ponytail again and pulled it so my head was bent back. He tried to kiss me, but I bit him hard on the lips. He took a few steps backward and growled, “You witch!” I then started to run into the woods. I heard him laugh out loud.

“Run! I will still catch up with you,” he called. I ran as fast as I ever ran before. I could hear him running after me as his steps came closer and closer. Finally, he threw himself over me. He was heavy, and I fell. “I told you I would make things more unpleasant for you if you tried to run away,” he said.

He grabbed me and turned me around so I lay on my back. I started screaming, and I felt his hand over my mouth. “You just say “red,” sweetheart.”

I froze. It was my husband all the time.

“Are you serious?” I shouted.

He took off his mask. “Sorry darling,” he said.

“Did you not notice how scared I was? I thought I would be brutally raped!”

“Yes, but I wanted to fulfill your darkest sex fantasy,” he replied.

“But how would I know it’s you when you have a mask? I have to know that it’s you,” I said.

“But it spoils the fun,” he replied.

He noticed that I was angry and upset, so he started kissing my neck just as I like it. He put all his weight against my body and slowly began humping against my pussy.

“Now look what you’ve done! My hair is full of leaves and dirt, and it’s your fault,” I complained.

“Oh, so the little schoolgirl wants to go home and shower?” he smiled.

“Yes, I want to,” I replied.

We went to the car and drove home. When we got inside, he turned around and pushed me up against the wall.

“You cannot imagine how hard this all has made me,” he said. He started kissing me slowly. His tongue slipped between my lips and tasted my tongue. He groaned.

“You taste so damn good. I can hardly wait to taste other parts of you,” he said in a deep voice.

He is so much taller than me that I could feel his hard cock against my stomach. I was so horny, and all I wanted was to take out his stiff cock and caress him. I started to unbutton his jeans, but he stopped me and pushed up my hands over my head.

“It is I who decide, right? You’ll be my little fuck doll tonight, and you must obey me. Are we clear?”

I bit my lower lip.

“Do not do that. You know what it does to me. I cannot control myself, and you will be sorry,” he said.   He started kissing my neck. Oh, he knows precisely how he makes me wild. He started unbuttoning my blouse, then my skirt. When I stood completely naked in front of him, he took a few steps backward. “I love when you dress like a schoolgirl just for me,” he moaned.

He approached me and started kissing my neck again as his hands began to caress my body. He pinched me hard on one nipple and then eased the pain with his tongue. Next, his hand stroked down to my wet pussy. Before he reached me, I pulled away. “What did I just tell you? It would be best if you obeyed me,” he said.

I started running up the stairs to the bathroom. I could hear his heavy footsteps on the stairs after me. I ran into the bathroom and tried to lock the door, but he managed to open it just before I succeeded.

“What are you trying to do?” he asked.

I stammered, “I just…”

He replied, “But what then? Trying to get away from me?”

He lifted me so that I was sitting over his hips. He started the shower and pulled me against the wall.   I noticed that he still wore his jeans. He started kissing my lips again.

“Do you know what?” I whispered. “I wish you did not have your jeans on so you could lower me onto your cock and I could feel it in me,” I said between kisses.

He looked at me with the darkest look I had ever received. “I will fuck you when I want it, and right now, I just want to tease you,” he replied.

“But don’t you want me? Are you not horny?” I asked.

He took my hand and pressed it against his cock. “You feel it? I’m so hard it hurts. But it’s still me who decides.”

He turned off the shower and took off his jeans, and I could not help but go down on my knees and taste him. I could feel the taste of his pre-cum, and it got my pussy juice dripping. He threw his head back and groaned loudly. I took him in deep and sucked him hard until he grabbed my hair and pulled me up on my feet. He gave me a slap on the cheek. “I almost came down your throat. It was so close; bad girl,” he said.

He took my hand and walked toward the bedroom. There, he pushed me onto the bed and started kissing me on the lips, down my neck, and all over my breasts. I could feel two of his fingers slip into my pussy, and I groaned loudly. Then, he started to finger fuck me hard while his mouth had come down to my clit.

I cried, “Oh, my God! Please, don’t stop!” He licked my clit slowly at first, just teasing. Then he started sucking it into his mouth while his tongue licked it quickly. He looked up at me and said, “Your pussy juice taste so damn good it almost makes me cum.”

When he said that, I came hard. My pussy pulsed against his fingers and his lips.

He started to finger fuck me harder. “Did I say you could cum?” he asked.

“No! Please fuck me hard,” I moaned.

He pulled out his fingers, tasted them, and then kissed me deeply. Then he took his dick in his hand and let it sniff a little against my wet pussy.

“Please fuck me!” I shouted.

He let his cock slide in all the way. “I love fucking your tight pussy hard,” he moaned. then, he pulled out his cock and said, “Open your cute little mouth so I can spray your throat full.” I did as he said and swallowed his entire load of cum. Then we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Tomorrow was a new day with new adventures.

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