Sandy's Dreams Come True
Sandy was home alone again. Her husband was out of town for 10 days this time,
and it was Friday night. She had come home from work, changed out of her formal
business attire, into a loose sweat suit, and now as usual her fingers were
sliding inside the waist band as she began her common series of fantasies. They
always revolved around a powerful black man, or black men, with big hard cocks.
Sometimes she was cooperative, and sometimes they used force, but it always
ended the same, with her exhausted after many orgasms.
She had never actually been fucked by a black man, but the idea had dominated
her fantasies every since her white racist father had had a fit when he saw her
walking near a black boy who she did not even know well. Now her fingers were
rubbing her clit, and her mind was imagining tonight's star. Her long red hair
flowed loosely around her shoulders as her fingers flew more rapidly through her
orange bush. Her ample 34D tits began to rise and fall rubbing against her
sweat suit as their pink tips became hard. Her long slim legs spear wide to
give her fingers access to her moist pussy. With one hand she began to rub her
hard nipples through the sweat shirt. She began to pant and moan lowly as her
fantasy unraveled, tonight in some dark park with two strangers.
Suddenly there was a load knock on the door. She sat straight upright. "Oh my
God", she thought, "whoever it is could have seen me through the window. Who
could it be?" She was not expecting anyone. She quickly got up, very
flustered, went to the door, and without thinking opened it immediately.
Standing there was a tall, very muscular black man. He must have been about
6'3" and at least 250 lbs, with broad powerful shoulders. Without thinking she
asked him, "Yes, what do your want?"
Without a word he stepped into the house, grasped both of her shoulders firmly,
and proclaimed, "I am the answer to all your dreams. Tonight all your hidden
fantasies will come true."
She tried to object, but he kicked the door closed, forced both hands behind
her, holding them together with one powerful hand. Next he grabbed the front on
her sweatshirt, pulled it up over her head with one easy motion pulling it all
way down her arms, further restricting her arms behind her. Her ample tits
popped out as if at attention, jiggling with her still hard nipples projecting
firmly. The man leaned over and forcefully kissed her as his hand began to
rather roughly massage her breast, squeezing and twisting the nipple.
"Now," he began, "are you going to be a cooperative little white slut, or do I
have to use more encouragement?"
"I am not a white slut!" she proclaimed. "I am a wife, and a ....." She was
cut off by a hard slap to her face.
"Ok," he said, "Have it your way." From his pocket it pulled out a length of
clothesline, forcing her hands high, and pulling one leg out from under her with
his foot, he forced her to her knees. Holding her arms high behind her with
both hands, he worked her sweatshirt over her hands, and then began to tie her
elbows tight together. He held them so high that she was bent forward with her
head touching the carpet, on her knees with her ass in the air. He finished
tying her elbows tightly together, then ran the rope down her arms and began
tying her wrists together. Next, he pulled her roughly to her feet and began to
strip off her pants leaving her only in her tiny white bikini panties.
Without a word he forced her back on her knees, forced her legs wide apart with
kicks at her inner thighs, and then shoved a step stool between her legs so she
could not close them. Next he tied the end of the rope to the back of the step
stool so she could not move.
He walked around in front of her and slowly began to take off his belt. It was
black leather about 2" thick with metal studs. Next he unzipped his pants and
slowly lowered them. With his crotch only inches from her face, he began to
lower his boxers, revealing the largest cock Sandy had ever seen so closely. It
was not yet fully erect but was already at least 9" and thick. Smiling, he
began to slowly stroke it in front of her face and then began to slap her cheeks
with it. "You want it, don't you bitch, and you want this big cock slamming
into your little white cunt, don't you?" he yelled at her. She wanted it, she
knew she did, but she kept her mouth tightly shit.
"You're going to suck it any time I tell you to, do you hear me bitch?" H yelled
directly into her face. He stepped back one step, folded the belt double in his
hand, and brought the metal studded whip down directly across both breasts. She
screamed in surprise and pain. The studs stabbed into her tender tits, and the
broud leather left a mark clear across them. Again he raised his hand and again
the belt came down, faster now again and again. Now she was screaming with
pain, as well as excitement. Her tits were turning red with welts where the
belt hit and bright red marks showing the path of each stud. Several of the
deeper ones began to weep a drop of blood. She was screaming out of control
now.
Suddenly he stopped. "Are your ready now, Bitch?" He commanded. She just
nodded, trying to catch her breath, and opened her mouth wide. He was in no
hurry. He fed the tip around her lips and over her tongue. "Lick it, bitch!"
He commanded. Dutifully she extended her tongue and ran up and down his cock as
he guided her. He forced her tongue to his balls, fed them into her mouth, and
then forced her tongue up and down his huge cock. Slowly at first he fed her
the tip, in and out, always with his hands on her head, controlling her. Then
deeper, he began to rock it in and out forcing her head just as far as he
wanted. Now it was reaching the back of her throat, in and out in a very
measured face fuck.
He grasped her firmly under the jaw and behind the head, and slowly pushed
forward, forcing his cock deep down her throat. She had deep-throated several
men, but never anything this size. She knew how to hold her breath, and control
her gagging reflex, but this one stretched her throat wide and threatened to
chock her anyway.
He pulled out and she gasped for air. Slowly he fed it down her throat again.
In and out she managed to get her breathing in control with his thrusts, not
that she had much choice. With both hands around her head he forced her
wherever he wanted. Continuing at a very managed pace He kept fucking her face
and throat, plunging so deep his balls slapped on her chin, then pulling back
and forcing her throat open again, back and forth, back and forth. She began to
realize that he had no intention of cumming, he was just fucking her to show her
who was boss, and he certainly was that at the moment.
Finally he stopped. "Good cock-sucker," he exclaimed as he slapped her face
with his still hard cock. Holding her mouth open, he spat directly into her
mouth. "Swallow it, bitch," he commanded. She complied, helpless under his
hands. "You will swallow anything I tell you to, do you understand, bitch?"
She just nodded, trying to keep down the spit and snot he had shot into her
gapping mouth.
Suddenly he untied her hands and forced her to her feet. "Loose the panties,
bitch," he commanded. She struggled with her hands still tied behind her to
work the waste band down over her hips. Then wiggled and wiggled to get them
down. Finally she succeeded and they fell around her ankles. He just nodded,
and reached down and grabbed her pussy, running his fingers through the orange
bush, and then forcing one finger deep into her sopping wet pussy. The face
fucking had made her pussy so wet she was sure both her panties and the step
stool were soaked. He just smiled. "You're a hot one aren't you bitch?" he
laughed. Pulling her bound arms high behind her he forced her to lean forward
and steered her toward the dining room table. Without saying another word he
forced her face down over the table. With hard kicks to the inside of her legs
he forced her to spread them until they were as wide as the table. With her
hands held high she was helpless splayed open to him.
She felt his hard cock running over the surface of her cunt. Her clit was
caught right on the edge of the table and rubbed hard against it every time he
pushed her forward. She could feel the juices from her cunt dripping down her
lips and onto the floor. She could not help it. She had never felt so turned
on.
Slowly he began to feed just the tip of his prodigious cock into her small
pussy, spreading her wet lips wide. Slowly he rocked back and forth going
deeper and deeper. She began to gasp and moan as the huge invader stretcher
her. She had never had anyone this big insider her before. Ever her largest
dildo was not much bigger. Slowly he worked it deeper and deeper, always in
control, then faster and faster. Now he was bottoming on her cervix. She cried
every time he hit home. Faster and harder he continued to fuck her. She began
to loose control. She was always a screamer, and now with this huge cock
plowing into her, and her clit getting squashed with every thrust, she could not
hold back. She was crying and screaming. She wanted to say stop but the word
would not come.
Deep insider her belly she felt the fire begin to come, building and building.
Her screams gave way to breathless gasps as it began to explode, her mouth
gapped open in a silent scream as her whole body began to shake and shake. The
huge orgasm which had been building now for an hour began to break and her whole
body shuddered uncontrollably as the huge cock continued to plow in and out in
and out, at the pace He desired.
She nearly lost consciousness as the orgasm peaked, but as she began to come to
she realized He was not done with her. He had slowed, but was still plowing in
and out at a steady controlled pace. She could not believe it, but she began to
feel the fire slowly build up a second time, keeping her in perfect control, he
slowly picked up the pace until she was on the verge again. He teased her by
slowing slightly, then speeding up again. Finally he took her over the edge a
second time. First she screamed then the sound stopped as she shook and shook
as if in a seizure. She was smashing her own head on the table, totally out of
control, and then she did loose consciousness this time. When she came too she
first felt his hard cock still buried deep insider her cunt. As she began to
regain her breath, she was crying like a baby, tears of emotion running down her
cheeks.
But He was not done with her yet. Slowly he began to fuck her yet a third time.
Slowly, slowly speeding up his master fucking. She could feel the fire build in
her belly for a third time but she was too exhausted to hardly scream at all.
She was just moaning and crying, and she felt herself totally loosing all
control of her body. It responded on its own, pushing back against him wanting
more, more, more cock, more fucking, harder, and harder. The third huge orgasm
began to break over her, her jaw was clenched and little guttural sounds came
from her throat like a big cat in heat. Growls, and animal sounds not
recognizable as human. She began to shake and shake uncontrollable. Finally
her back arched backward, her mouth fell wide open, her eyes glazed over, a low
growling scream came from somewhere deep inside her, and she collapsed forward,
totally unconscious.
She did not know how long she was unconscious. When she came too she was untied
and lying sprawled on her bed upstairs. She was vaguely aware of some small
flashes as he took pictures of her naked body with a digital camera. She sort
of fell asleep for a minute and awoke to see Him rummaging through her dresser.
He pulled out some black stockings and a black garter belt which she had not
worn for a long time and through them on the bed next to her. Next he went to
her closet with a number of comments under his breath which indicated his
displeasure with her wardrobe. Finally he pulled out a rather translucent silk
blouse and through it on the bed. Again he looked through the closet, and way
in the back found a short leather skirt which she had almost forgotten was
there. Growling that it would have to do, he through it on the bed.
Sitting down beside her, he slapped her face to get her attention, grabbed one
tit and twisted it to wake her up. With a yelp of pain she came further awake.
"Get dressed, bitch," He ordered. With shaking hands she tried to get the
stockings on. Finally, with a great deal of effort, she managed to get her
shaking hands to work enough to get on the stockings and fasten the garter belt.
She pulled on the blouse, not daring to ask about a bra, and began to button it.
He stopped her part way up. Taking a small knife he cut off the top two buttons
so she could button it no further. It gapped to below her breasts, allowing
anyone to see the sides of her breasts from either side. She did not dare to
complain, but began to pull on the skirt. She had not worn it in years, so it
was rather tight. I only came to about mid-thigh, so it barely covered to top
of her stockings, and were she to bend forward the bottom of her ass would
probably be exposed, but by now she only did exactly as she was told.
"You don't have any decent shoes, bitch," he complained, throwing her some low
pumps. "You will just have to buy some." With that he grabbed her elbow and
began to lead her downstairs. He rummaged through her purse, taking out her
wallet and her car keys, then directed her down the stairs to the garage. "You
drive, bitch," he ordered. She got in fumbling with the keys. She heard the
garage door open, and felt him next to her with one hand on her thigh and a
finger resting on her clit.
He directed her to a nearby Wal-Mart. She shopped there often and even knew one
of the managers. As they got out and walked into the store she realized that
security cameras would be recording it, showing her driving her own car, very
voluntarily into a public place with this man. He directed her up one aisle and
down another, right past a security guard who she thought she recognized, to the
shoe aisle. He asked her size, woman's 7, and finally picked out a pair of dark
high heels with nearly 3" heels. They were a little like sandals with open
toes, but had straps that fastened tightly around the ankle so they would not
fall off, nor could they be taken off without unbuckling them. He led her back
to the cash register, giving her wallet back so she could pay for them. "Use
credit, bitch," he whispered. She dutifully swiped her credit card, and as the
clerks were instructed, the saleswoman checked her credit card, signature, and
identification. She realized that anyone seeing the surveillance video would
have not doubt that it was she making the purchase, and voluntarily accompanying
this man.
They left and returned slowly to the car. He forced her to change shoes right
there. She rarely wore high heels, and these were very hard to balance on. She
stumbled as he directed her back into the driver's seat. Next, he directed her
to a small shopping center which she had never visited. In the middle was a
small store with paper covering the windows. He directed her inside, where she
saw all sorts of sex toys, including leather cuffs, blindfolds, and a great
variety of whips. There were also racks and racks of videos and in the back
apparently some viewing booths.
He talked with the man behind the counter for some time, both of them laughing
and sometimes pointing at her or some of the bondage gear around the store.
Finally, He returned to her and led her over to a rack containing what looked
like dog collars. He sorted through them, and finally found one he liked. It
was black leather with rhinestones, but had a digital lock. He tried it on her
neck for size, and then returned it sorting through the stack for a smaller one.
Finally he produced a similar one which could barely go around her neck. He
played with the locking mechanism for a minute, and then put it around her neck.
When it was snapped in place it was so tight she could barely swallow. She
tried swallowing and it was an effort. Next he found a matching leash, and
snapped it on. With them he led her back to the counter. "Pay the man, bitch,"
he demanded. Dutifully she produced her credit card, paid for the items, and
signed the slip. He took her wallet, and with her new leash he led her out to
the car. This time he placed her in the passenger seat, knotting the leash
around the headrest. She did not know it at the time, but she would become much
more familiar with this little shop of horrors.