Peeking tentatively behind her, Rebecca’s recent confidence began to ebb away. He was still following – her pursuant – not close enough to catch a glimpse of his face, yet she recognised the way he walked; confident, almost arrogant strides which made her shudder, yet curiously excited her. This was a man who was not used to losing, and probably not best pleased that his current plaything had, for the moment, eluded him. She backed into the shadows, unseen – he continued his march toward her.
Her heart racing, Rebecca made her way among the throngs of people, to the exit doors on her left. Perhaps she could lose herself in the crowd? Doubtless other people had tried this, and doubtless they had failed. The hunter followed still. He seemed to be able to preternaturally sense her… as a fox would a rabbit. She felt panic begin to seize her, her chest tightening, and stopped once again to breath deeply, and fought the urge to hail the passing Garda. She would not give him this satisfaction, even if she lived to regret it later on.
The rain pours
Outside the rain was still lashing against the side of the building. The flimsy uniform she was wearing didn’t cover very much while dry, and was even less protective when drenched. Her white shirt had turned see-through, much to her embarrassment, and exposed the fact that she had gone braless. Rebecca was thankful for the misty grey fog that began to encase Drogheda Bay. Her nipples stuck through the soaking cloth, so hard from the chill. She prayed he wouldn’t catch her, especially looking this vulnerable.
Mascara streaming down her face, she headed through the park, hoping the trees would keep some of the rain off her. She stopped to slip off her stilettos in the hope of being able to run a little faster – gasping at the sensation of the ice-cold puddles on her stocking-clad feet. Meanwhile behind her, the pursuant was edging ever closer. The driving rain meant Rebecca didn’t have a chance – the looming fog ensured he was able to creep up until he was literally breathing down her neck. He waited until she passed the rose garden, then took his chance and put his hand over her mouth.
Dragging her into the bushes, he whispered fiercely into her ear that he wasn’t going to hurt her, so long as she stopped kicking. Heart pulsing and mind racing, Rebecca nodded her head to indicate that she wouldn’t scream. Not that anybody was out to hear her in this weather. She tried to turn and get a glimpse of her assailant, but he was too good. He pushed her head gently to the side, telling her it was better that she didn’t see. He kissed the side of her neck tenderly, sending tingles up her spine. Going against a million protests from the sane part of her mind, she found herself relaxing. His voice seemed to lull her into a hypnotic trance. It was so wrong, what he was doing to her… yet it felt so right. He reached behind him, and quick as a flash pulled out a silk tie. He bound this loosely around her eyes – she yielded unquestioningly. If he wanted a ‘victim’ she certainly wasn’t going to fight him off – don’t most men get off to that?
But instead of tearing at her clothes, he laid her gently on a pile of dry leaves inside the bushes. He ran his fingers along her body, so masterfully that she did not even sense him undoing the buttons of the shirt. He opened the front, and let his fingers brush against her breasts. His warm touch awoke Rebecca again to the danger she was in, and she opened her mouth to yell. Once again though, he was too quick, and met her lips with a tender kiss. He laid on top of her to stop her struggles, and suddenly her primal urges overcame her and she kissed him back.
A surprising gentleness
The ‘assailant’ lay her back down and finished taking her wet clothes off, putting them aside. She was obedient to his every word and put up no further struggle. His husky voice, his breath on her neck, his scent… it was as if they had taken her away to another world. She rose up to meet his hand with every touch – guided his mouth down to her nipples, navel, clitoris…
His tongue worked like a whirlwind, and as he inserted his fingers one by one, she moaned in pleasure. Her juices were running all over his hand, and she guided his fingers into her mouth and sucked them off. She had wanted to taste herself since she first started masturbating all those years ago… and now she had. His expert hands continued to move over her body, and she led him upward until his penis entered her warm, wet pussy. She gasped at the feeling of fullness – the only cock she had ever experienced was a lot smaller – and then became consumed by a fire within.
Rebecca tilted her pelvis upward so he would have full clitoral contact. Again and again he thrust deeply into her, again and again she gasped, moaned and shouted out in pure pleasure. He filled her so completely that she climaxed just from the penetration. After half an hour of this – and several multiple orgasms – she didn’t think that she could take anymore – yet he had still not cum. How was this fair? To receive so much pleasure, and seemingly not be able to give any back? She kissed him deeply again, feeling butterflies in the pit of her stomach at the dangerous game she was playing. But this was like a drug, and she was now completely addicted. Getting onto all fours, she stuck her firm, toned bottom in the air, inviting him in. It wasn’t long before he was entering her again, pulling wildly at her hair and thrusting roughly. It seemed that the harder he went, the more she enjoyed it. He bent over her and bit gently into her shoulder, and she climaxed once again.
Sliding off his penis, she turned around so that his huge manhood was bobbing around in front of her. Still blindfolded, she put both hands around his penis, marvelling once again at the enormity of it. She had been giving head for years, but was actually concerned this one might choke her. Tentatively, she licked up and down the shaft, tasting her own cum once again. He responded well, seeming to swell even further, and she put the head into her mouth, slipping the tongue slightly under the foreskin and stimulating the frenulum. She wrapped both hands around him, and started to wank him off into her mouth. Gradually she got up the confidence to slide him further and further toward her throat, until she was almost gagging on it. She liked to think of herself as an oral expert, and was very disappointed that he had not already blown his load. She took him deep-throat and continued for as long as she could, but there was still no sign of his cum.
Desperate for him to cum
The fact that men could last more than a couple of minutes was a shock to her, so she decided to test his limits. She backed up onto his throbbing, uncircumcised helmet, and positioned it on her anus. The effect was immediate – he strained forward, seemingly begging to be let in. She wriggled her backside in the air – he again pressed his penis into her urgently. Taking a deep breath to relax, Rebecca moved sharply backward – taking in almost half of his massive cock in one go. She yelped at the sharp pain, but braced herself, and found that once the initial sensation faded away an altogether nicer one replaced it. She was snug around him, and so full that she thought he was going to tear her open. Gently she backed up and took his whole 9 inches.
Almost immediately his cock began to jerk inside her – he lasted less than two minutes. She allowed him to ejaculate in her anus – she enjoyed the feeling of it immensely, she discovered – but was still not yet satisfied. She sat back and spread her legs for him, exposing her perfect pink pussy and throbbing clitoris. With her left hand she spread the labia open, and with the first two fingers of the right, began rhythmically stroking her clit. It responded beautifully, as it always did for Rebecca, and she could hear his breaths become laboured as he watched, and got excited. She teased herself to the brink of an orgasm, but held back. She lay back, perfectly still, silently begging him to enter her.
He picked her up and carried her to a nearby tree – neither of them caring either about the rain, which was starting to ease off, or the fact that she was completely nude and that they were in the middle of Ardgillan Castle’s rose gardens. He fucked her slowly at first; teasing her like she had teased him. But neither of them could hold much back, and she begged him to take her harder, and faster. The urgency in their groans and pants would have been evident to anybody passing by, even if the fog did not mask them. He put her down and she turned to face the tree, letting him enter her anally again. She had acquired a taste for it, and wanted it rougher and rougher, despite his size. He was only too willing to oblige, and they both exploded into orgasm together after a few minutes.
Not so mysterious…
It then began to dawn on Rebecca that they were in a very busy tourist hotspot. She pulled the blindfold from her eyes and raced back to the bush, embarrassed by her nudity and her antics with this mysterious stranger. As she scrambled around trying to put on her wet knickers, he touched her wrist gently. She looked into his eyes, and was shocked to find the nerd next door – Sean – who she had known all her life and babysat for very often. Who would have thought? Nine inches, while her muscular ex packed only four and a half? Maybe good things do come in small packages after all!
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