Asha’s Nightmare - Copied

[hirarandi]

Amar was 44 today. Asha his wife, had thrown a big fancy dress party
for him. There was no main theme to it, just come dressed up, the
wilder the better. The music was loud and the drinks flowed freely.
Amar had opted for a cowboy outfit, which made him look a little
daft, whilst Asha had settled for a short French maid outfit. It was
getting close to midnight, and Asha was getting slightly horny. Amar
had been coming up to her all night, and had repeatedly slid his hand
up the back of her skirt, groping her ass. She had known that other
guys had seen this too and been getting a good eyeful of her thighs
and backside. But mixed with the booze, this little bit of
exhibitionism wasn't too bad, but she would want something o tide her
over until after the party.
She looked around the guests for her Amar . There he was chatting to
a few friends, loudly and probably just a little drunk. She leaned in
close and whispered into his ear so his friends wouldn't hear. "I'm
going upstairs. Want to come?"
Amar was drunk and in the middle of a brag to his friends about his
latest role in his job and the wages he was pulling in, that he
didn't fully hear or comprehend what his girlfriend whispered in his
ear. Maybe it was for another drink, afterall his glass was emptying
quickly and he nodded and grinned.
Rakesh looked around the house. It was a friend of a friends big 44
and it was some lame fancy dress party. Of course the booze was free,
and there was definitely some very good looking women dressed up with
little costumes, uniforms or less. He liked the look of some of them
and despite the beer flowing it didn't stop his hard on. He had
dressed as a security officer officer, complete with mirror sunglasses, flat
cap, cuffs and a fake gun. He was bored; it was late and had decided
to see if there was anything worth stealing from the place. The music
was still loud and he was surprised that the real security officer hadn't been
called out yet. As he walked round the upper floors of the house, he
tried different doors; most were locked, or had nothing much worth
taking, or things too big just to walk out with.
He opened the next door and there was something that made his cock
ring out and his balls fly to his stomach. Lying on the bed in front
of him was a woman with a black French maid outfit on. He licked his
dry lips and coughed. She didn't move. He checked to see if anyone
was paying attention, but everyone was on the lower floors. He licked
his lips again and moved into the room, closing the door behind him.
Asha lay still. She had been waiting for 10 minutes for Amar and
this had just excited her even more. Biting her lip she kept her eyes
closed and feigned sleep. Thank God she had decided on not going back
downstairs.
He moved slowly towards the bed, feeling his heart beating strongly
in his chest. Looking down he took in every detail about her. Her
soft blond shoulder length hair, small pert breasts, a little white
apron, the flared skirt of her dress, the black stockings peeking so
invitingly from beneath. He reached down grinning and ran his hand up
the back of her leg, lifting her skirt up as he did. She didn't stir
and he grinned happily at the little pair of black panties
underneath. He cupped his hand round one buttock and gave it a
squeeze. Nothing. He squeezed a bit harder, but she still didn't
respond. He knew he shouldn't do what his mind was planning, but the
beer and his dick egged him on.
He returned to the door, and despite her being completely out of it,
he turned the key as quietly as possible. He reached down and removed
the cuffs from his belt and advanced towards the bed. Rakesh knew for
this next part he had to be as careful as possible. If she woke while
he was still trying to restrain her then there would be hell to pay.
Lifting each of her arms, he gently placed them above her head,
cuffing her slim wrists through the wrought iron bed head. Rakesh
held his breath as he worked, fearing if he breathed to loud it would
awaken her.
Asha remained passive to him. They hadn't used cuffs for sometime.
She forced herself to keep a straight face. "Don't smile! Don't
smile!" she repeated to herself. This was going to be a fuck to
remember.
Reaching down Rakesh pulled the bow from her apron and slid it off.
He screwed the apron up, but left the ties hanging either side. This
was the part he was dreading doing, but he didn't want her screaming
for help. He opened her mouth and quickly shoved the apron in. She
was making murmuring protests, but was not awake enough to realise
what was happening. Swiftly he tied them behind her head. Removing
his tie was the final piece and he quickly blindfolded her eyes with
it. She was coming to and he could her protesting behind her gag, but
if any noise carried from the room, it was easily drowned by the
music downstairs.
Something nagged in the back of Asha's mind. Amar wouldn't use gags
as he enjoyed her panting, cursing and cries. Maybe he didn't want
the guests knowing what was happening or maybe he had just drunk a
bit too much. Whatever he was thinking she knew to play along, it was
his birthday afterall.