The Mammoth Book of Women's Erotic Fantasies (56 page)

Suddenly I hear the slow but purposeful “tip tap” of footsteps approaching the van. Is it a curious dog-walker or a police officer? I wonder how the hell I would be able to explain
my predicament to a strange man and fear grips my stomach. The footsteps approach the back of the van and I strain to hear more. Next there’s the sound of a key being placed in the lock and
the door opens. I feel a welcome rush of cold air from outside mingling with the stifling air inside the van and hundreds of little goose-pimples raise up along my arms and my thighs, but
that’s not just due to the colder air. Someone’s in here. Someone sees me exposed like this. I hear a mocking laugh and a low voice speaks to me.

“Oh, please don’t get up!”

“Let me go!” I beg.

“Don’t talk!” A swift reply, hissed in my face. I recoil.

“Good girl,” says the voice approvingly. “Now I’d better make sure you stay nice and quiet.”

Through my blindfold I see the outline of a shadow move and I feel someone crouching over me. A gag is placed in my mouth and I catch a whiff of scent, quite musky and somehow familiar.

“Just do as I say and you won’t be harmed,” commands the voice, now an unmistakeably female voice. “Now let’s play a little game, shall we?”

My mind is just registering the fact that I’m totally at the mercy of another woman when I feel her shift position and straddle me. She’s wearing something skin-tight and slippery.
The warmth of her legs enveloping mine contrasts starkly with the goose bumps still prickling along my naked body. I feel her weight pressing me down against the floor and I realize that I’m
trapped here.

“We are going to play a little guessing game,” she announces.

I strain my eyes to see if I can make out any of her facial features through the cloth but I can’t. She could be anyone, my best friend, or a complete stranger. She is as hidden from my
gaze as I am exposed to hers. Then I feel it, something cold and metallic with a smooth curved surface, brush against the sole of my left foot. I have always had rather sensitive and ticklish feet
and this sends a shudder up my spine.

“Mmm, you like that, do you?” she asks. “Let’s see if your other foot likes it too.”

I shudder again, though not quite so much this time as I know what to expect. She returns to the left foot but this time I feel the tip being dragged slowly along my instep to the heel then
around and up the inside of my leg. It feels like some kind of metal tool, like a spanner or such like. I feel the tickling sensations rising slowly up my body. Gradually I start to find myself
enjoying the new sensation after the monotony of the waiting and the wondering. My fear starts to slip away as I surrender my body to the metallic caresses of this all-powerful stranger.

She moves the tip of the instrument in a meandering fashion up past my knee. I shudder again as the metal touches the bare skin at the top of my stocking. Then she stops and removes it when it
reaches the top of my thigh.

“Looks like you enjoy having a tool stroked across your body, don’t you!” she murmurs. “I bet you like a firm tool rubbed against your pussy too you little
slut!”

As I am about to try to make some kind of response, I feel a colder and wider but similar metallic object pressed against the bottom of my panties and drawn slowly upwards against the taut satin
fabric. I can’t help but shift my position and open my legs a little bit wider in response to this. She draws it up and down my panties in long constant strokes and I feel the lips of my
pussy gradually beginning to open and moisten. She circles around my clitoris and I feel my back arching and my hips raising to meet the strokes and guide the tip to where I want it.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” she says, “I can see what you’re doing. I’m in charge here and I’ll decide if and when to tease that firm little clit of
yours.”

I’m pushed back down flat and feel her shifting her weight forwards to press me all the more firmly into the mattress on the floor. I feel her hot breath moving over my chest and then
blowing onto my right breast. Her gloved left hand cups my left breast then takes a hold of my nipple and tweaks it gently. Mmmm! She seems to be wearing tight-fitting gloves made of the same
slippery and shiny material as the overalls that she must also be wearing. She leans forward and her long slender gloved fingers slowly ease my bra straps outwards across my shoulders and down my
arms, exposing my breasts to the cooling air. My nipples are hard and tingle with expectation.

She swirls the tip of her tongue around the tip of each nipple in turn and I feel them standing to attention. She takes each one fully into her mouth, nibbles around the areola and then lets it
slip out of her mouth, covered in saliva. She then begins to blow gently around each breast, her hot breath causing the saliva to evaporate, leaving a delicious cooling and tingly sensation behind.
By this time I have to admit that my pussy is soaking wet and each nipple is sending delicious signals rushing down my spine to my clit.

Then I feel a metallic object being placed around first one nipple and then the other. It’s some kind of spanner that encircles and grips both nipples simultaneously. The constant cool
sensation all around the base of each nipple is interspersed with the flicking of her tongue and the sucking of her moist lips. It’s almost as if the electricity of the nerve impulses is
being conducted from one breast to the other by the metal. She begins to bite the tip of each nipple, dragging her teeth along its length as she does so. I whimper as the sudden sharp pain combined
with the other sensations heightens my arousal. By now I have forgotten the strange situation in which I have found myself and open myself up to the unexpected. I am enjoying these new erotic
sensations and I am ready for even more. I know deep down that I will do whatever she tells me to. I want to be a good girl and I want to please her.

She moves away from me for a moment and I feel her gloved hands circle my ankles. My toes splay outward in pleasure at her touch as gently she drags the tips of her fingers up my legs, with her
thumbs tracing the outline of my inner thighs. Her fingers then start to press deeper and more deeply into my skin. I can feel her sharpened fingernails through the tight-fitting material covering
her hands. I know there will be bruises on my skin tomorrow. My heart is racing now and my breathing is increasing, my chest rising and falling with ever increasing amplitude. What next, I
wonder?

As the steady pressure of her hands reaches my hips she slides her thumbs under the edges of my (by now soaking wet) lace panties and begins to pull them down gradually over my thighs. I am
completely captive. She moves her thumbs along the edge of the inner lips of my pussy and I push my hips forwards and upwards to try to increase the pressure on my clit. As I do so she pushes her
index finger deep inside me and I let out an intense moan. My hips rise up to meet her touch. Next I feel her finger slide along the slippery walls of my inner tunnel as my muscles relax and my
hips lower. I am completely hers. I feel her press down hard against my pubic mound and hear the sound of her husky voice in my ear.

“You want me to fuck you don’t you?” she teases. “But you’re not quite ready just yet.”

I moan in frustration. I want to beg her to please, please
fuck me
but with the gag pushed in my mouth it is impossible to say anything vaguely intelligible. I know she senses my arousal
and part of me is ashamed that I am so obviously her toy, her plaything. Then I feel something else being tied around me, this time around my waist, and something else cold and metallic being
pulled tight against my clit. I hear a low rhythmic buzzing. This seems to alternate with the constant clanking of the van’s diesel engine, which is still ticking over. Soon I can feel the
buzzing being transmitted through my clit and up my back, where it mingles with the stiff impulses from my breasts. I can hear the pitch increasing as she turns up the frequency of the vibrator. I
begin to squirm and wriggle from side to side, or at least as far as my restraints will allow. I am murmuring to myself and starting to lose control of my body. I am completely at her mercy now and
she knows it. The vibrations are driving me wild. My excitement is increased by the thought that it is a woman who has me prisoner here in the back of this dirty old van. It is a woman who has tied
me up, it is a woman who has gagged me and it is a woman whom I must now obey to the depths of my being.

“Would you like me to turn it up some more?” she asks.

I groan with pleasure and manage to nod at my mistress.

“First, you must do as you are told and change positions for me,” she commands. “I want you to get on all fours but you
must not look at me
.”

Right at this moment I would do anything to please her. She releases each arm and each leg in turn allowing me to turn over and comply. Then she secures me in a kneeling position, legs slightly
apart and arms tightly fastened above my head to some point in the roof of the van.

“Before I fuck you I must check that your engine is oiled and ready to move up a gear.”

The vibrator strapped to my clit is still buzzing away and I feel that I cannot take much more but still she continues to take it up to another level. Her left hand grasps my left buttock. Her
right hand pushes between my legs and her fingers press against and move along the contours of my dripping pussy. I want something inside me now and I want to be fucked hard. Two fingers dip into
and probe my hidden depths. She rotates her fingers back and forth as she withdraws them oh, so slowly. Then I feel the oily tip of her index finger press against the entrance to my arsehole. I
push back and my arse easily accommodates her finger. It’s a strange, totally new and very arousing experience for me. I have always dreamed of being fucked up the arse. Now my wish might
just come true . . .

Whilst fingering my arse with her greasy finger, she leans forward and I feel her hard nipples pressed against my lower back. I moan in pleasure and she punishes me by squeezing my left breast
hard and twisting my nipple. I let out a yelp but this just seems to encourage her. I feel a stinging slap against my buttock and I wince in pain.

“You
bad girl
!” she shouts. “Face the front and don’t let me catch you trying to look around at me again!!”

I feel an even more forceful spank on my other cheek followed by the sensation of the resultant heat spreading out across my arse.

“Now
I am going to fuck you.” she whispers. “Up the arse and you’re going to like it.”

I hear what sounds like a power tool being revved up. Her left hand returns to my left buttock and she removes what are now two oily fingers from my arse. I feel something smooth and much, much
larger press against the crack of my arse. I experience a brief moment of fear.

Oh, no, she won’t try and put that thing up inside me, will she? I think.

But then I hear the sound of the electric motor again and the tip of the huge dildo moves back and forth, very slowly, and gradually begins to inch its way into my arse. Its surface is very oily
and slippery and there is very little friction at all. I gasp as I feel myself opened up and completely controlled by this machine. The buzz and whine of the motor increases and I am deeply
penetrated, fucked to my very core. My arse is hers. My mind swirls off into an almost altered state as I am overwhelmed with the simultaneous pounding sensations from within my arse and the
buzzing from outside of my clit. The bonds tighten around my wrists and my gag is dripping with saliva where I have bitten against it. My tongue is swollen as I gasp for breath and I wonder how
much more of this infliction I can take. I know that soon things are about to reach a crescendo and I am going to climax like I never have before.

As the sound of the motor reaches fever pitch I feel the heat in my pussy start to rise up through my whole body. I’m throbbing and throbbing along with the buzz of the machinery. My legs
tense and my body starts to shudder as I am driven to the point of no return. Overwhelmed by the rush of pure ecstasy. I cry out with abandon and I come and come and come.

I am utterly broken.

Just then I feel her cradle my head and feel her fingers moving, brushing softly against my hair. “Sweetheart,” she murmurs gently.

I feel the tension on my restraints loosening. I feel the blindfold come undone and as it falls down over my flushed face. I remain quietly obedient and keep my eyes tightly closed.

“Now comes the end of the guessing game,” says my mistress firmly. I turn slowly, squinting against the unaccustomed light, and look up into the face of the woman who has so
thoroughly fucked me. Fucked me and made me her slave.

“I hope you liked this surprise birthday present.” She smiles wickedly. “Maybe next time you can do the same for me?”

I stare up in shock at my mistress’s viciously heeled boots, up her rounded thighs and marvel at the sight of her curvaceous figure barely held in check by a tight black PVC catsuit. The
zip is opened all the way down to her navel and I can see lusciously full breasts with a hint of darkened erect nipple peeking out through the opening in the shiny black fabric. I’m amazed to
discover that I know this woman. I’ve known her for years! It’s my flatmate Simone, the very one who’d bought me the black lacy bra and panties that I had been wearing that day
for my birthday.

“I always said that your best birthday present would be living out one of your fantasies,” she purrs. “Now tell me if I was right?”

She was right.

Ciana (Fairfield, USA)

The hotel was the most extravagant yet for the annual party a group of Simon’s associates held. I knew a few wives, and did my best to mingle while Simon played the
“must” politics. It did not take long to complete the rounds and run out of familiar faces. I looked for Simon, but saw he was involved in conversation and so I decided to find a safer
harbour to bide my time.

As I slowly made my way to the grand bar at the back of the ballroom, the tall blond bartender caught my eye. He looked a bit younger, and more attractive than anyone has a right to be. The real
killer was that lop-sided grin; the one that makes a woman’s knees go weak. It was impossible not to return a smile and acknowledge the impact of his silent flattery.