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Boredom. It's the slowest poison, but just as deadly. After 45 years, Caroline had almost had a lethal dose. Divorced, kids off at college, just her and her thoughts. Books helped, but you can only read about adventures so much before you long to have your own.
Fifteen years she devoted to Sean. She thought she was a good wife. Worked part-time so he could have a career and not have to worry about the kids and the house. Cooked, cleaned, helped the kids with their homework...the typical American housewife. And he provided. She could never complain about that. But what she could, and often did complain about, was the lack of intimacy in the later years of the marriage. It's only now that she knew it was because his affections were directed toward an old friend of his from college, but at the time, she was flabbergasted.
Let's not beat around the bush, Caroline was a dish. 5'10", nearly all legs, fit, sporting a bosom that helped her get out of more than one traffic ticket. And having the kids didn't hurt her figure at all. She did yoga when the kids were old enough to care for themselves a bit more and kept to her vegetarian diet that Sean convinced her was healthier (and so it was). It was only too bad that his infatuation with Amy turned his focus away from her.
The divorce was hard. She was angry, of course, but he gave her a fair settlement, a nice little alimony, and joint custody of the kids. Chris and Sarah had been her pillars through it all. They were angry at their dad for hurting her too, and they kept her going. Once it was over, she just focused on keeping them healthy and happy.
Work wasn't much help. As a tax prep counselor, her work was mostly seasonal, with the occasional client through the year that wanted to make sure they spent wisely and were going to get tax credits for the next year. Luckily, between her large bonus every year and Sean's alimony, she could at least afford a small apartment that was just big enough for when the kids stayed. But that didn't help the loneliness, helplessness, heartbreak, and joylessness she felt when they weren't there.
Sarah kept trying to help set her up. She knew tons of her friends with single dads. Caroline though, just couldn't feel that same spark that she had with Sean. It was love for her, not lust, and that kind of feeling was hard to let go of easily, even with the divorce.
But boredom. Boredom can make a person do silly things. In her boredom, Caroline had dove into porn. Lots of porn. It started simple, with the purchase of one of those cheesy romance novels you find for sale at the corner store. From that first purchase, she longed to feel like the woman in that novel. Within the year, books turned to websites (which were free and quicker for her to read). Just easy, vanilla, "for women" websites. But the more she watched (and enjoyed, along with a "friend" she bought from an adult store near the city), the more she wanted. She wanted to be spanked. She wanted to be bound. She wanted someone to fuck her until she lost all reason and forgot about all her cares.
It was almost as if the older she got, the hornier she got. And it wasn't as if she couldn't go to the bar and pick someone up. There was something icky about that. Bar guys were sleazy, and she wasn't going to get what she wanted out of some drunk dude from downtown.
She didn't just wanna fuck. She wanted that connection in the novels, with someone who could make her feel like a sex godess. Worship her the way she wanted.
That's when she found TheDarkRoom. A black-web chat and singles website. At first, it was curiosity that drove her there. Then, it was a need. The men there talked with strength, but always in a way that could make her feel sexier than she'd ever felt. And meeting someone there was simple. When you first entered each time, you were thrown into a highly moderated "meeting room" where you could request a specific kink, and once the offers came up for private chats, you could choose whom to talk to, or even open up a video feed.
She applied for a proper membership after her first few visits. The moderators were quick to ban anyone who seemed improper in the "meeting room", and the rules were extremely protective for all involved. She was safe there, to chat and learn and play with guys who wanted to give her what she wanted.
After a few months, she had some regular friends that she would meet on the site. One, though, was her favorite. His username was theblade, and his personal kink was using a knife to control his submissive. He was always extremely controlled with his fantasies, but she always got off when he wrote to her.
He wanted to pin her against walls, knife on her throat and feel her body from top to core. He described cutting off her clothes one by one. He would tease her body, play with her, tie her up, spank her, fuck her, use her.
During one of her nights talking to theblade, he revealed that he lived less than an hour away. After bursa escort all the teasing and playing, she decided it was time for something real.
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It all went according to script. When she came home, she left the door unlocked, and headed straight for the shower. Already, the delights to come were dancing through her head. It was hard not to use the detachable showerhead to get off. But she wanted to wait.
Toweling off, she headed into her room to pick the outfit for the night. Sports bra and yoga pants. She picked her skimpiest g-string to wear underneath.
He must have learned to be very quiet, because he was right behind her when she turned the mirror to check her outfit. As soon as he was discovered, he was on her, wrapping his strong hand around her mouth and the other holding the knife to her throat. It was sharper than she thought it would be, but somehow the sudden fear that flooded her went straight to her moistening pussy.
Holding her mouth tight, he stared into her eyes in the mirror. In a hushed and husky whisper (DAMN....that voice wasn't expected) he said, "If you yell, I will cut you. If you remain calm and quiet, and do what I say, I won't hurt you. Nod if you understand."
She nodded.
"You never said you were so beautiful," he whispered, running his rough fingers along the side of her jaw and pulling her hair over her ear. "Don't worry. I will be gentle, until you tell me not to be." His hand dropped to her shoulder and started rubbing the bare skin around the strap of her bra.
The knife never left her throat. The sharp steel made her recoil instinctively, which exposed her neck. He kissed her cheek, then started working down to the meeting of her jawline and neck, his lips warm and soft. All the while, he kept his eyes locked on hers.
In a swift motion, he pulled the blade up harder and higher on her throat, and now her neck was stretched and twisted so far back that she was staring at the ceiling. Her assailant now attacked her neck with his mouth. His teeth raked across her skin, tickling her in just the right way to make her knees buckle a bit. His rough hold kept her upright long enough for her to gather the strength back in her legs, tightening her thighs together to keep her wetness from soaking through her pants.
His free hand had moved from her shoulder to cup one of her D-cup breasts, gripping it, kneading the flesh while he kept his attention on her neck. He moved up to take her ear lobe between his teeth. "I have never fucked a woman that looks like you before. I plan on taking my time. You just be a good girl now."
Suddenly he pushed her forward into the door, closing it and pressing her against the mirror. Now she could feel the length of him pressing against her through the fabric of her pants and his jeans. The knife was still against her neck, but only the flat side. It was cool against the heat rising in her body. Slowly, delicately, he pulled it across her skin, pulling his body away and releasing his grip on her tit.
He kept a hand on her to hold her against the door. She relaxed her neck to place her face against the door. The knife never stopped touching her. He slid it around to the point between her shoulder blades, the cloth of her sports bra dulling the point. "I wanna see that ass!" he whisper-yelled. He gripped a bit of her pants and pulled her hips away from the door, but the knife against her back forced her to bend at the waist to keep it from piercing her skin. He kicked her legs open once she was at an angle he liked. She heard his footsteps as he stepped to the side to admire her form. Her ass must have looked great, because he whistled. It was either that or the arch of her back. No, it was definitely her ass as he spanked her, hard. She couldn't help but moan.
"Oh, you like that? You're a secret little slut aren't you?" Smack. "Say it." Smack. "Tell me you're a secret little slut."
"I'm a secret slut." Caroline whispered.
"That's not loud enough. I think your neighbors should know." Smack.
"I'm a secret slut!" She yelled.
"Well now, maybe I don't want a slut. Maybe I wanted a good girl. Don't you want me to fuck you?"
She almost said "yes," until she remembered the agreement. She was supposed to resist a little. "No."
"Well too bad. Maybe I like what I see. And this-" poking her with the knife a bit "-says that's what I'm gonna do."
"No, don't." She whimpered. She could play this part if he took her. God if he would just take her.
"I think I don't like your tone." Faster than she thought, he had a hold of her hair, pulling her back to him. Now she was bent backwards a bit and staring up at his face. It was angry. He could play his part too. The knife was back at her throat. "I'm going to have to shut your mouth." His lips crashed down into hers and pressed a heavy kiss against her lips. His hold on her hair didn't allow her to move away.
There çanakkale escort was suddenly a surprising feeling as he rubbed the hilt of the knife on her bud while he held her in that forced kiss. It was both a reminder that he was in control, and to see her body's reaction to his actions. And if he felt hard enough, he would feel her dampness. The knife he had was a larger knife, like a military knife, so the handle was knobbly and thick. The ridges rubbed between her labia, tantalizingly close to her clitorus. She pushed down to finally get some relief, but he pulled the blade away before she could get it where she wanted.
He pulled his mouth away from hers and looked down at her face. "Stop being a dirty slut. I only wanna fuck a good girl. Now get on the bed." The knife glinted in the lamplight from the nightstand as he brandished it in front of her face to show that it was not a request.
Quickly she found her way over to the bed and lay down. He grabbed two lengths of rope from his back pocket, pulled his down, and moved to straddle her. His cock was hard, thicker than she expected. Certainly it was thicker than her ex-husband's, and she got even wetter wondering what that would feel like inside her.
With his balls dangling in front of her, he grabbed her right hand first. Expertly, he tied a slip knot over her wrist, then attached the other end of the rope to her headboard. In a few moments, her left hand was likewise bound.
She lay incredibly still as the sharp blade ran along her collar bone. His eyes shone with intent, and while she was frightened, she had asked for this, and her body betrayed her excitement at the thought of what he would do with her.
Seconds later, there was a quick jerk and tearing sound as her bra strap was sliced through. In moments, she knew the second would fall, and he would expose her flesh to whatever desires he had. Never before had someone taken control of her like this. Never before had she felt so desired. And yet, if she had not set this up herself, she would have been screaming, fighting--but knowing that this man would stop if only she said the word, she felt safe. When your body knows there is danger near, but that nothing can harm you....maybe that's why people love amusement parks so much?
When he finally cut the last strap off of her bra, then sliced up the middle to expose her chest, she felt the sharp blade against her skin. It was an aphrodisiac like nothing she had ever felt. And there she was, tied to her bed, sports bra in shreds, tits free with this near-stranger sliding his cock between them.
"If I fuck you now," he moaned, "I'll blow my load in minutes. So let's get that out of the way, shall we?"
He still held the knife in his hand as he squeezed her mounds around his shaft. Slowly, he began to slide his cock to and fro. Another first for Caroline. Her ex was so vanilla that he never fucked her tits. They barely swapped between 3 or 4 positions. His cockhead kept driving towards her face with every thrust. And the knife handle rubbed against her nipple, a feeling that she tried to focus on. Her nipples were always sensitive, and just the right amount of play can and would drive her to orgasm.
Faster and faster he fucked her boobs, leaning his head back as he picked up speed. Every now and again, he would spit on his cock for lubrication, until her whole chest was wet. Apprehension set in as she realized that she didn't know where he was going to cum. She had never had a facial before, and only a few times her husband pulled out, he came on her tummy. Would he cover her tits? Did she want to feel it on her face? It hadn't been discussed in the script.
"I'm going to cover your face, you dirty slut. Is that what you want?" his husky voice confirmed, between grunts.
Caroline thought for a moment. "No, sir, please don't cum on my face. I'm not a dirty slut. I'm a good girl." This was, hopefully, the code for exactly the opposite.
With a final grunt, he unloaded his cum over her face. It was warm and sticky. To her, it felt like a reward for playing this submissive role. But it wasn't all she wanted. She needed to be fucked. It had been too damned long since she felt this absolute NEED to be filled and be fulfilled. She knew that tonight she was going to orgasm like she had never before.
"Look what I've done to your good girl face," he said, admiring his handiwork. "I think you look good that way." He paused here, perhaps nearly breaking character, or thinking about his next course of action. "Well, now that I won't be able to cum for a while, I have some work to do to make you ready when the time comes."
Already, he was scooching down on her, dragging the knife between her large breasts. Excitedly, he slid the sharp metal over each of her boobs. Caroline was not sure how the blade stayed so cool after being pressed against her for so long at this point. She had little time to consider it though, as çankırı escort he slid the sharp tip against her nipple. Why...WHY was this turning her on so much? It almost stung, but her nipples hardened as he played with them. She pressed her legs together and wiggled a bit just for the friction. She badly needed relief--she wished she could be fingering herself right now.
When her nipples were about as erect as they could be, her "assailant" leaned down to take one between his lips. Good lord, was he talented. He used just the edges of his teeth, sucked (but not too hard), and used his warm tongue to swirl her into a frenzy. When she wasn't closing her eyes and arching her back to push him harder into his work, she was staring at his dark brown eyes staring back at her. He was using her reactions to learn what worked, and then pushing her into madness.
Slowly he dragged his free hand down her belly, finally sliding under over her pants to rub between her thighs. Between the heat and the dampness she knew he could feel, she must have felt like she just spilled coffee in her lap.
"Oh now...you're so hot down there. I bet your pussy is pretty. Let's find out." Slowly, he slid down, sliding the knife down along her skin until he found purchase under yoga pants with the knife. Switching his grip, he used the knife to pull up until her pants started to tear, then he held the waistband while he ran the knife down the length of her left leg. Again, the feeling of that sharp blade barely touching her skin excited her. When that leg was cut all the way through, he moved over to her other leg. She leaned back to close her eyes and relish the feeling of the knife one last time.
And with that, only her tiny g-string remained. He ran his hands up her legs, feeling the soft skin and driving her wild. When he finally pushed against her pussy through her panties, they were soaked through.
"I said I wanted a good girl. Only a slut would wear these. Let's make sure you can't wear them again." SNAP! SNAP! And with those two quick motions through the hip strings, her panties simply fell away. "Mmmm, look at that lovely pussy," he purred. "I can't wait to be inside that, but I'm still not ready. I think I have something that will work for now though."
He slid his middle finger into her slowly, prompting her to moan in the relief of finally having something inside her. It was not thick enough for her final satisfaction, but she could work with it. He slid in and out slowly, pressing deep in and pressing up against the front wall. She tried to grind her clit against one of his other fingers, but they weren't positioned correctly.
"You are a hot little slut, aren't you? Maybe this will finally satisfy you." His finger slid out, and she found the butt of the knife slowly pressing against her opening.
"NO." She said.
He paused. She knew he was waiting for her to say the safe word. If she really didn't want to be violated by the knife in this way, she could just say "Rabies". But she remembered the feeling of it rubbing between her legs before, and now the thought of the thick, hard handle inside her didn't sound so bad. Finally, she said, "Rabies." Maybe next time, but not now.
"Awww...did I push the good girl too far? Well then, how about this?" This time two fingers filled her pussy, and he pressed his mouth onto her. Slightly muffled, he said, "Let's see if you taste as good as you look."
In moments she was lost to the pleasure. He was clearly experienced, sucking and licking from slit to clit, working his fingers in and out of her, fucking her until her legs tightened around his head. His breath was warm, his tongue soft, and his movements sure. One second he was sucking on her clit, pulling it between his lips, the next, he was driving his middle and ring fingers deep inside. He worked and worked her, until in a moment he was lightly teasing her clit, she came, nearly screaming as her legs shook uncontrollably.
"You do taste good," he said. "You should try for yourself." He raised his hand up to her open mouth. She was still trying to catch her breath, so she was in no position to resist as he slid his magic fingers into her mouth. The tang of her own juices caught her off-guard, but the taste was indeed pleasant. Not the first time she had tasted herself, the last time off her ex-husbands member. Remembering that, she sucked on his fingers lightly to clean them off.
"Well, now, if I had known you could suck so well, I wouldn't have wasted my first cum on your boobs. I think it's time to get me hard so I can fuck you."
"Make me." She was having fun, and now she wanted to see how far he would go. A good hard face fuck might be fun before he plowed her into unconsciousness.
"OH?!" He exclaimed. In a moment, he had the blade back to her throat and a handful of her hair to pull her against it. "I said suck, bitch!" Two quick swipes of the knife and she was free, but only free enough for him to grab her neck and pull her over to the side of the bed, face just off the edge, on her belly. Luckily he was still a little soft, or it would have hurt as he shoved his whole cock in her mouth. Still, it filled her up enough that she needed to stick out her tongue to fit it in.