Stolen Desire

She screamed behind the gag and again received another slap to her sensitive cunt, which cut her off mid-scream. Now she breathed heavily as she waited for what came next. As her mind screamed out for rescue, she felt a finger slide up and down her sex, in a place no one else’s hand has ever been.

She didn’t even allow herself to touch herself in her most intimate place except for when she was bathing. And now, here was this total stranger taking liberties. The finger pushed into her slowly as if he, whoever he was, didn’t want to hurt her.

Then she felt the tip butt up against her hymen. “Umm, still there; lucky girl.” Were the words she heard before the finger was removed. She didn’t recognize the voice as was to be expected since she was sure some sort of distorting device was being used.

But she didn’t have long to think about that as the finger was soon replaced with a soft wet tongue. She struggled, oh, how she struggled not to let her body respond, but as a medical student, she knew that the body could sometimes have a mind of its own.

Now mixed with the fear, she felt a rising pleasure that started between her spread thighs and made its way throughout her young nubile body. She shook her head from side to side even as her hips lifted off the bed to get closer to that tongue.

That magnificent tongue that licked at the lips of her sex as hands, rather large work-roughened hands, came up and held her ass so that she couldn’t escape the ravishing of that mouth and tongue.

He ate her pussy like he had all the time in the world, and not like someone who was afraid of being caught. She felt the finger again, easing into her now wet cunt as that tongue moved to her clit. Sparks of pleasure ran through her as that tongue and finger worked in tandem to rob her of her senses.

Chapter 3

Her pussy was wet, wetter than it had ever been, and she wavered between trying to stop her body’s natural response as using that very thing as an excuse to give in to the pleasure that wreaked havoc on her senses.

Her hips moved in a circular motion as her assailant fucked her pussy with his tongue. She had the fleeting thought that if he was this good in bed there should be no reason for him to steal pussy. She couldn’t imagine any woman not wanting to explore the masterful art of his tongue.

Her mind kept flashing between the fear of what was happening and the ecstasy between her thighs. He growled into her pussy as he sent his tongue on a journey beyond the lips of her cunt and into her depths.

The sound sent shivers of lust down her spine, and she found herself wishing her hands were free so that she could pull his head closer to her cunt. She shook her head to clear it of her lascivious thoughts, no this was wrong.

Very soon, that tongue was gone, and she felt cold air from the open window on her sex. The finger that had played inside her hot tight cunt now moved around after dipping in her one last time to get as much pussy juice as it could. She realized why when she felt is poking around at her asshole.

She puckered up tight reflexively, but a nip to her inner thigh made her hiss and relax. He hadn’t said a word since those first few words in the beginning, and she was dying for him to say something, anything that would tell her who he was and what he was going to do to her next.

“Tight asshole, I’m going to take all your cherries tonight. After I’m done, you’ll be my three-hole slut, won’t you, baby?” She had no idea what he meant, but she started up her efforts to escape his hold again.

He slid his finger slowly into her ass, so lovingly, she thought. In complete contrast to the act, he was about to perform. Her ass loosened up just enough to let his slippery finger into her tight little rosebud, and he went back to sucking her clit.

There was no way to avoid the gush of pussy juice that spilled out of her cunt and ran down her ass, making it easier for his finger to fuck in and out. And the noises he made as he lapped up her juices as fast as they came only fueled her wanton desire to be fucked by something more than his tongue.

She was grateful all of a sudden for the gag that kept her from crying out to her molester to fuck her. He’d turned her body against her with his soft, gentle touch. Instead of the harsh, rough treatment, one would expect in such a circumstance; her violator instead seemed to be making love to a lover.