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Free Fetish Sex Stories - Dead of Night
I have had my boyfriend, Gary for the last six months. I never know what he is capable of doing to me. He is pretty off the wall sometimes and for the most part that is why I love him the way I do. I love what he did to me, the way he was, the sneakiness about him. I liked that he would sneak through my window to wake me with his tongue between my legs. All that he did to me turned out to be exciting, yet the last thing he did was even beyond what I thought he was capable of.
I live in the middle of no where. There are woods all over and I think it’s a nice place. It is pretty safe for the most part. I don’t really ever have to worry about taking a walk, except for maybe the occasional mean dog; I walked all the time. It kept my body firm and erotic. Gary knew I took my walks at night when it was quiet in the neighborhood. I could think of all the things I had to do, all the things I wanted to do, and all the ways I wanted to please my lover.
This one particular night I went out for my walk, the fog had rolled in thick. The fog drifted and rolled as if I walked upon a cloud. It became scary in one sense, and kind of cool in another. I could barely see where I walked and a few times I walked right off the road. Sometimes I would come out of the cloud just to walk right back into another one.
My heart began to pound under the large mounds of flesh that Gary loved so much to bury his face into. I didn’t think anything would happen. It was probably just the fog that frightened me from within. I began to walk faster toward home. I just wanted to get back now and lock my doors behind me. Something was wrong, but I didn’t know what it was.
As I approached the street to my house, I watched a car come up behind me. The headlights seemed to glow an eerie red color. Must be the fog, I thought. The car drove slower than most, and I began to run down the street stumbling in the foggy night a few times. It followed me the few blocks before my street before pulling up and stopping right on the side of me. I stared in disbelief. Beside me was a hearse.
The man leaped from the car and ran toward me. I tried to run; yet my feet wouldn't move. It was nearly like a movie. He grabbed my arm bending it uncomfortably behind my back, a knife held at my throat. "Move," a deep voice said to me. He was tall, muscular, and his face was covered with a ski mask.
I did as he said thinking I was about to die. It was like a nightmare that I just couldn't wake up from. I tried to cry and wanted to, but the tears wouldn't come. It was so unreal, so terrifying. My arm ached behind me and I tripped and fell with the force of his pushing. He picked me up as if I was a rag doll. He opened the door and threw me inside of this vehicle that I figured would take me to my final resting-place. He followed me in and closed the door behind him.
I glanced around trying to get some bearing, some way of escaping, and some idea of what to do next. The car had thick, brown, padded carpeting, and red flaming lights.
"I want to have you," he whispered.
"Please don't hurt me," I cried.
"I have no intention of hurting you," he said. "I want other things."
He slowly lay his knife down beside him, glaring at me with fire in his eyes.
"Take off your shirt."
"Please don't," I said in a whisper, the words not coming any louder.
I could almost see through his eyes. They were mad, hungry, and I knew I had to do as he asked. I reached the bottom of my sweatshirt and slowly pulled it up over my head, my auburn hair falling in my face. I shook it back, so that I could see him, watch his next move. I had to get that knife, somehow.
My bra covered my full breasts, and he watched me reach behind and unsnap it. I hesitated for only a moment before letting it fall to the floor. A deep sigh escaped his lips as though he were pleased with what he saw. His hands moved toward my breasts, then the full length of his hands touched the sides sliding downward. His hands were so warm they nearly burned me. My nipples leaped to a full erection, and I didn't want to admit it, but it felt good.
He kneaded my breasts in a way that I had never felt before. It was light one moment and harsh the next. My skin began to react to his touch. This mad man made me want him as much as he wanted me. I still had my eye on the knife, yet I wanted him to touch me further. His hands slowly began to move down my stomach in an almost ticklish way, then back up to my nipples. I felt my eyes wanting to close and let him do his will on me. His hands continued to roam, search, and find my willingness to be explored. He reached down to the zipper on my jeans, and I wanted to take them off. My panties came off with my jeans to leave me bare and open for his penetration. He tickled my stomach, my thighs, and back up to my breasts enjoying the feel of the soft tissue underneath the palms of his hands. He pushed me back ever so gently, making me wonder if there was kindness in this person after all. I lay on my back, letting his hands wander over me. I could feel my pussy getting wet with each second that his skin touched mine. His fingers finally reached a place between my thighs that only moments ago had not wanted him to be, but now, I had no objection. I pressed against his hand, teasing myself and wanting more.
"You like that? I knew you would." He said not waiting for an answer.
His fingers parted the lips and entered playing games with my clitoris while the other hand gently rubbing my breast, my stomach, my thighs, my hips, then back to my breasts. I squirmed with fear turned delight and anticipation.
"Touch me," I sighed. His fingers danced between my legs, the wetness begging to be pleased.
"Do you want to cum?" He asked wickedly.
I could only nod my head, breathless; my eyes closed enjoying the sensation.
"Not yet," The deepness in his voice still frightening me, bringing me back to somewhat of a reality.
He withdrew his fingers from my pussy, squeezing first to pull my orgasm back a bit. Then I felt a vibrator against my excited pussy. I moved harder against it wanting it to make me scream out in joy. The car that passed by became barely noticeable and the knife was only a small thought deep in the back of my mind.
"Make me cum," I nearly screamed.
"Now, sexy, now," he ordered.
A loud sigh escaped my throat as I shivered and moaned cradling the vibrator. I rocked my hips up and down against it not wanting the sensation to stop. It was the best orgasm I had ever had.
I calmed down and lay still afraid to open my eyes. I did not want the actuality of the situation to come flooding back to me. Slowly, I opened them. I looked at my captor begging with my eyes for him to release me.
"Cover up with this," he said, giving me a blanket. "I have a surprise for you. Come with me."
I was right. It wasn't over yet. This nightmare was going to keep going until I was dead or drained.
I sat in the front seat next to him, watching, staring, and wondering. Every minute seemed like an eternity, every breath my last.
Only a few minutes later we pulled into a grave yard, my final resting-place. Now I was even more frightened. I couldn't let him kill me. I had to find my way out of this. Was this the price that I had to pay for going for a walk?
He parked in the center of this Hell. "Get out," he ordered, the knife shining brightly. I held the blanket tightly around me waiting for my chance to run. We walked over to a headstone.
"Take the blanket off," he told me.
"Not here, like this," I begged.
"There isn't even a night watchmen here," he assured me.
"That's what I'm afraid of," I replied. I took the blanket off and held it against me modestly.
"Lay the blanket out right here," he said.
I lay it down standing naked before him.
"You’re beautiful," he said. He set the knife down on the tombstone and reached for his ski mask. He took it off, revealing...my boyfriend, Gary.
I took a deep breath as a sigh of relief escaped my chest, and a tear running down each cheek. "Gary! How could you do that to me? I thought that I was going to die." Why hadn’t I realized it would be him? All the things he had done to me. This shouldn’t have surprised me, yet when I was so fearful, it hadn’t dawned on me it would be him.
"Yeah, it was great, wasn't it? You sure did enjoy it though."
His lips reached for mine, pressing hard, shutting me up, while his hands wandering over the very parts that he had explored only a few moments before. I no longer cared that we were in the center of a cemetery or that I had been scared worse than I had ever thought or wanted to be afraid.
I pushed my body up against his to feel every curve and bulge. I wanted him now in this place of peace.
"It's my turn," Gary said. "Make me feel good."
"Absolutely." I reached for his pants, unzipping madly to let his cock out to rest in the palms of my hands. Both wrapped tightly around the shaft massaging it, rubbing up and down. His cock slid away from my hands as he lowered his lips to my breasts teasing each nipple with quick flicks of his tongue. I leaned up against the tombstone to let his lips drift lower to my stomach, my hips, my thighs, and up to my pussy. I spread my legs as wide as I could letting him invade my waiting wetness with his soft tongue that dashed from side to side over my sensitive clit. I wanted to shudder in orgasm, but he licked his way back up my stomach, my ribs, my breasts one at a time, my mouth. I reached between his strong, muscular thighs for his hardness. How I wanted to feel his powerful shaft between my lips. I lowered myself to take it into my mouth so my tongue could circle the head. I moved my mouth down the shaft as he began to fuck my mouth, in and out, then backing off slightly. I reached between my own legs rubbing my clit, teasing myself, and wanting to get off. I wanted to cum again, yet I didn’t want this to end just yet.
Gary gently urged my hand from my pussy, then stood me up, and leaned me against the tombstone to bend me over it stomach first. I felt his hard cock push behind me, pressing to become inside me. I pushed up against him.
"Deeper," I called.
Gary moved in and out as he had my mouth at a rhythm or a beat of his heart. He reached in front of me, so his hand was against my pussy and his fingers danced inside. I held on tight to the grave, afraid to lose my balance. Quick and hard, he fucked me.
Then just as I was about to cum, he released himself from my warmth, and turned me around to lay me on the blanket.
"Fuck me," I said. "Let me finish, let me cum."
Gary raised my legs on his shoulders and entered me to get the most from each deep thrust inside me. I reached between my legs moving my fingers over my own clit. I screamed in happy orgasm as my body shivered feeling his last thrust, before his own spasms let loose inside of me.
We lay breathless for a few moments afterward as he continued to move slowly in and out of me. It had been the most exciting, enjoyable sex I had ever had. I knew I probably shouldn’t have felt the way that I did, but I couldn’t seem to help how I felt. I knew that I would never forget this, and I also knew that it wouldn't be the last time for such an adventure.
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