Asha’s Nightmare - Copied

[hirarandi]

Rakesh went back to the door and checked it was still locked before
returning to the bed. She was squirming away, her protests getting
louder as she began to realise her restraints. He took off his pants
and stood at the side of the bed admiring the way her skirt was
riding up. It was time to let her know what was going to happen, he
reached forward and pushed his hand between her thighs. She shouted a
protest from behind the apron gag, thrashing her legs. Grabbing the
front of her low plunging neckline he tugged and ripped at the front
of her dress exposing a lacy edged bra. He could hear her screaming
and begging behind the gag. He pulled the front of the cup down and
lowered his head to lick teasingly at her nipple. She thrashed around
on the bed as his lips sucked her nipple into his waiting mouth.
Climbing more onto the bed, he used some of his body weight to hold
her down. He reached his hand back and slapped her thigh. Not hard
enough to mark, but enough to get her attention. She lay back,
quietly, her body rigid as Rakesh's mouth suckled at her breast. His
hand moved along her body and quickly slipped up her dress. He could
still feel how tense she was, as her body tried to stiffen even more
against his exploring hand. He lifted his head from her breast and
observed her reaction to his hand exploration below.
Asha gasped for breath as she felt his hand exploring her inner
thighs and pussy. She was so turned on. She trembled as his finger
pulled the crotch aside and whimpered behind her gag as his fingers
delved deep into her. His fingers slowley fucked her, his thumb
rubbing her clit. God it felt good. Then his hand was gone.
Rakesh got off the bed and had a look at a cabinet next to a small
washbasin. On it was a selection of items, and quickly seeing the
right bottle selecting it and returned to his victim. He grabbed a
few pillows and moved them down the bed to her waist. Grabbing her
body he flipped her over and onto her front, her backside pushed into
the air by the pillows with him quickly mounting behind her. Turning
her over her legs Rakesh used his knees to prevent her closing them
again.
What was with him tonight? First the gag and blindfold now the
ripping of her dress. Doubt kept flicking into Ashas mind, but each
time it was quickly quieted by her body's needs. She wanted a good
fuck more than a think.
He pushed the skirt of her maid uniform up around her waist and
gripping the sides of her panties ripped them from her body. Her
grinned at the sight of her struggling beneath him. A beautiful
smooth ass was presented to him and below that small blonde curls
inviting him to violate her. All of this was sexily framed by the
thin wisps of material from her dress and the garter and dark
stockings. Grabbing the bottle, he poured baby-lotion over her
backside before taking his hand and massaging it into her. She
screamed against the coldness of it hitting her ass and screamed
again as his hand began to rub it into her ass and pussy. Her
protests became quieter as he continued to work the fluid into her as
she became slightly used to his fingers. He worked the oil in
further, pushing into her entrances with his fingers, hearing her
wince slightly each time. He gripped her hips roughly and grabbing
his cock he moved forward and pushed against her oiled cunt. "Here I
come baby!"
That wasn't Amar 's voice. A cold wave of horror shot through her
body. This wasn't Amar ! She immediately shouted out and started to
thrash harder against her bonds but he had her pinned with her ass in
the air, and with that she felt him enter her oiled cunt.
She was an amazing fit. The oil allowed him to enter her quickly and
fast. She wasn't too tight and the liberal amount of oil he had used
prevented any friction. He heard her gasp from behind the gag as he
repeatedly slid into her. Pushing in as deep as he could, he held
himself deep inside before withdrawing and commencing yet another
assault. He lifted himself up from a kneeling position and squatted
behind her, aiming deeper, feeling his balls almost entering her
blonde trimmed bush. He could no longer hear the music from
downstairs. All he could hear was the sound of her groaning from her
stuffed mouth as he thrust inside and the sound of his heart beating
in his chest.
Asha fought for air behind her gag. This guy was bigger than Amar ,
not by much, but certainly enough to enter new ground. She felt him
grinding deep inside on his deepest pushes. He was fucking her in a
different way to Amar . Whoever this was just wanted to fuck her and
nothing more.She could feel her body betraying her, she was enjoying
this on some level and she begged and hoped her boyfriend wouldn't
come in.
He continued to fuck her, bringing himself closer with each push
inside. He steadied himself as he felt himself ready to cum. Pausing,
he thought he could feel her trying to push back onto him. Could she
really want this? He held himself still and waited to see. There it
was. She pushed back onto him, not completely sinking him inside her,
but slowly fucking his dick. Despite being so close to cumming,
Rakesh gritted his teeth and held himself poised over her, allowing
her to dictate the pace. Her thrusts got quicker and Rakesh had
difficulty holding himself back. She couldn't quite get him as deep
as she wanted but she was certainly responding to it. He could hear
her panting behind the mask whilst she fucked him. He continued to
hold himself still, gritting his teeth against cumming. She was now
moaning freely as she pleasured herself with him. Rakesh couldn't
hold any more. As she went to sink onto him he pushed in deep and
hard, thrusting only a couple of times before he felt his balls
implode. He had her waist tightly gripped as he came, pouring his
fluid into her quivering body. Behind her gag she gave out a half
muffled scream and groan as her body surrendered. He remained buried
inside her until the last of his cum emptied, before collapsing onto
the bed behind her.
She lay still. Whoever he was hadn't used a condom. She had never
even allowed Amar to enter her let alone cum inside. Asha thoughts
raced. Was she going to get pregnant, was he going to leave. Who the
fuck was he?
Lying there listening for a few minutes to her, he could hear her
heavy breathing. She hadn't changed position or tried to move and he
admired the way her swollen lips showed clearly. His hand went of its
own accord to check on his dick. It was still hard. He gripped it and
though about fucking her again. Why not? She enjoyed it. He climbed
up behind her again. She knew he was behind her and slowly shook her
head as he mounted her again. He could feel how wet she now was
inside. He began to savagely fuck her. Ramming himself deep inside,
he could feel how saturated she was.
She lay still feeling his veined cock slamming into her again and
again. He was rougher than before, but she was certainly a lot
moister. She could feel her knees weakening as another wave began to
build up through her body. Amar wouldn't fuck like this. Amar was
the archetypical `nice guy', not doing anything to hurt her, making
sure that she was always OK. Not being used like meat or a fuck
object.
He wanted something more. He began to pound against her, fucking
roughly, riding her like an animal as he bangd her willing body. She
started to moan again as he fucked and Rakesh loved the muffled sound
as he ploughed firmly into her begging cunt.
Whatever she was feeling, she was getting off on it. She groaned
against the gag again and Rakesh felt her cunt squeeze hard against
his prick as a wave of lust sped though her. As he waited for her
passion to subside he looked down to see the star of her ass between
her pure white buttocks and knew he had to have it. He had never had
anal sex with a woman before and the way she screamed when he pushed
against her ass he knew neither had she.
Whatever cloud she had been floating on from the last orgasm, she
swiftly returned to normality as she felt him move up and between her
ass. She started to shout out, the sound muffled from behind the gag.
She could feel him pushing into her. She screamed again and again.
She thought about Amar and how she wished it was him behind her. She
shouted as loud as she could as he started to enter her.
It didn't stop him. He pushed forward and felt the head of his dick
pop into her still oiled backside. He held himself steady and waited
for her protests to calm down before he renewed his assault. Sinking
deeper into her made her wail behind the gag but Rakesh relished the
feel of how tight this new hole was. He could feel her body trying to
expel this intruder as it repeatedly thrust inside. Fucking her with
renewed vigour Rakesh began to pound against her ass. He could feel
his balls slapping against her soaked pussy lips. It was too much for
him to bear and with an animalistic grunt emptied himself once more.
He held her steady as he filled her bowels and waited for his heart
to slow back down again.
Asha lay still as he finished himself on. The pain had been bad at
first. A stretching feeling, burning and then a strangeness had crept
through her body. She had felt him fucking her ass, but she was also
aware of each ridge in his dick, the feel of rough hairy balls
slapping and rubbing against her sex. The last moments had been
pleasurable.
Pulling out Rakesh wiped his spent cock onto the back of her hitched
outfit and dressed himself. She lay still with her ass pushed into
the air. Her skin glistened from a mixture of oil, cum and sweat. It
had soaked her inner thighs dampening the already dark stockings and
garter belt
He grabbed a cigarette from his shirt pocket and lit it. Should he
leave her like that? The tie and cuffs were untraceable. If he
removed the gag she may scream for help, or the blindfold removed
might let her get a good glimpse of her attacker. Hell, someone else
might want to have a ride. With that Rakesh left the room and her
life.
Asha lay still. She had listened to him dressing, smoking and
leaving. She could hear the sound of the party downstairs still going
strong. Lying exhausted on the bed she realised that the music was
loud because the stranger had left the door open. She ran the last 15
minutes through her head, exploring what she experienced and how she
had felt. How her body had betrayed her and how she was going to
explain this to Amar .
The door closed.
"Well! Well! What have we got here?"
It wasn't Amar
She heard the door lock.

The End