Sunday sex fantasy

April 16, 2017

I have this fantasy where I’m with three other girls from my college days. One of them, Meagan is pure trouble. In reality I’d never had anything to do with her, but in my fantasy I’ve gone with her to this deserted warehouse near the docks.

‘Nasty things can happen to a pretty girl here,’ she says to me, smiling. Then to the others: ‘Grab the little bitch.’

Her two companions wrestle me to the ground. I scream and shout but there’s no one to hear. Meagan kneels down beside me and rips my blouse open; pinches and twist both my breasts. ‘Tie her,’ she says. They produce white cord and tie my wrists behind my back. ‘Now spread her legs.’

I struggle, kick, wriggle – but they hold my ankles. Meagan produces a knife and cuts through the gusset of my panties.

‘Oh, look what she’s got hid in there,’ she says. ‘Spread those legs wider apart.’

I’m on my back, legs yawning wide, totally helpless. Meagan pulls on a pair of white surgical gloves. ‘I’m going to turn that little kitten of yours into a big pussy cat,’ she says. Then she makes a fist of her right hand in front of my face. ‘See this? she says. ‘It’s going right the way up you, bitch. I’m going to get it up as far as my damn elbow. You’ll be able to park a car in there by the time I’ve finished.’

And there the fantasy mostly ends, because without fail I’ve cum by this point.

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