Forbidden Fantasies (Erotica)

Julie took a deep breath to scream as the fear won out but he anticipated her and clamped his hand over her mouth. With a wicked grin, he pulled a handkerchief out of his back pocket, held one corner between his teeth, and twirled it into a roll. With a quick movement, he released her mouth and then as she opened it to yell, he pulled the thick part of the roll across her mouth and tied it behind her head. The yell came out as a harsh, squeaking rasp.

“You’re going to have to learn to behave,” he whispered in her ear and then he licked her neck and kissed it just below her jaw. “Mmmm, you taste good, all clean and fresh. Almost too fresh and clean to be the little slut that you look like you are. Are you a little slut?” he asked her, sharply. Julie shook her head desperately, as much as her arms would let her.

“Then just what are you?”

Julie froze at the question. It was a damned good question. One that had nagged her ever since she had taken off her panties and bra. One that was even more confused by the reflection she had seen in the plate glass window. What was the true answer, she wondered?

She wanted to say she was a good girl because it was true; but was it? She had been tricked yes, but then again… If she had been a good girl and kept her underwear on, she wouldn’t be where she was right now. The ending at the party wouldn’t have been such a shock. She wouldn’t have fled.

Weakly she tried to explain what had happened to her. All that reached her ears was muffled mumbling. Tears welled up in her eyes.

“Even if I did let you talk, why should I believe you? You’d just lie to me like everyone else has. My mother lied, my father lied, my girlfriend lied, everyone lied. All I can believe is what I see and what I see here is a slut out to cause problems and wreck other people’s lives just for her own pure pleasure. Maybe I should just take my pleasure on you. Maybe I should just fuck you silly and then leave you hanging here for whoever comes along next,” he ranted with ever-increasing anger.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Julie shook her head sharply again, terror in her eyes. That this guy was crazy was becoming very obvious. Her mind was filled with thoughts of rape by this man and possible others as she hung on this door completely helpless. It terrified her but in a strange way it fascinated and excited her. Her mind shied away from that and she tried to yell but nothing but muffled, incoherent sounds came out.

Suddenly, he seemed to sag in on himself and then he leaned back against the wall. He sighed deeply and shook his head. “No, I couldn’t do that, even to you. I’m just not the type. I try to be a good guy but people just won’t let me,” he said softly. With another deep sigh, he pushed off from the wall and stepped away from her. He stood with his back to her, looking out into the rain and dark.

Julie used her tongue, head, and arms to work the gag out of her mouth. Her first instinct was to scream but she clamped down on it. The thought that this guy was as much a victim of circumstances as her floated across her mind. Greg had been an asshole, a game player. Someone out for what he could get, with no thought of how he hurt other people. He didn’t care.

Somehow, she understood that this guy was different. He had been used and abused himself, so he wasn’t a user. He had problems obviously, but under different circumstances, none of this would have happened. If they had met in a normal way, he would be a nice guy and probably shy to boot. Maybe he’d listen to reason. It was worth a try.

Softly she said, “I’m not a virgin but I’m not a slut either. I was invited to a party and had a trick played on me is why I was naked under this dress. People lied to me too and it’s not my fault that it rained.” It wasn’t the most well thought out thing to say, but it was the best that she could do under the circumstances.

The young man whirled around and ran to her, his hand clamping down over her mouth. He looked into her eyes and she could see the wheels turning as he thought over what she had said. “Why didn’t you yell?” he asked in a jagged, raspy whisper.

When he lifted his hand slightly, Julie asked in return, “Who would have heard me, and what good would it have done?” Her lips brushed lightly over the palm of his hand as she spoke. She had the sudden urge to lick his palm, but she quickly repressed it.

“If I take my hand away will you yell?” he asked quietly.

“Only if a cop walks by,” she said truthfully.

He grinned and removed his hand. “Not in this town, in the rain. Every cop in town is at the station or at the donut shop.”

When he smiled, he was a good-looking guy, Julie thought to herself. Then his hand came to rest on her left breast. “Please don’t,” she pleaded as the memory of his rough squeeze returned.

His hand roamed lightly over the damp cloth over her left breast for a moment longer and then he paused to undo several buttons on the dress. “I’ll do as I damn well please,” he whispered softly, as his hand slipped inside to caress her left breast gently.

Julie felt her nipple harden and she squirmed to get away. He smiled as he removed his hand and unbuttoned several more buttons. The dress was now unbuttoned down to her waist. He slipped a hand into each side of the opening at her waist and then slowly moved his hands upward and outward baring her breasts to his staring eyes.

His hands glided along her flesh and then cupped her breasts gently. He grinned at her and leaned over to flick first one hard nipple and then the other. Julie felt her body jerk at the shock of his hot tongue on her cold nipples. She had to bite down on her lip to keep from moaning. When he sucked one of them into his mouth and fluttered his tongue rapidly over the sensitive nipple, she did moan softly. He sucked it hard for a second and then pulled his head back quickly, causing the nipple to stretch out and then pop out from between his lips.

“You like that, huh?” he asked in a whisper, his hands coming up to caress and tease her breasts and nipples.

“Your mouth is so hot,” Julie heard herself whispering in reply as though from a distance. Her mind seemed almost disconnected, as there was a surge of heat down from her breasts to pool in her sex.

She squeezed her thighs together tightly and moaned loudly as he used his forefingers and thumbs to pinch and roll her nipples. The light rolling pinch sent wave after wave of pleasure down her stomach to her clit. Her nipples had always been sensitive but never anything like this. His fingers seemed to be connected directly to her clit by way of her nipples. She could feel her clit throb and expand up out of its protective hood.

He continued to roll the left nipple firmly as he leaned over and sucked on the right. Julie stiffened, squeezed her thighs together, and then started to shake all over as an overwhelming orgasm rolled throughout her slender body.

Giving out with a loud, incoherent yell, her feet came off the ground as she tried to curl up. Shivering and shaking, she hung suspended by the purse strap. The snaps cut into her wrists but the pain seemed to just add to the strength of her orgasm.

His fingers and lips on her nipples and the throbbing pleasure of her clit trapped between her lower lips were the only points of contact with the whole world. Pinwheels of fireworks ran up and down her nervous system.

*****

Julie came to her senses slowly to find herself sitting in a man’s lap, his arms wrapped tightly around her. Her head was on his shoulder and he was rocking her like a small child. She felt safe and warm, which was odd because she remembered being scared and cold. Then, the memory of the orgasm, and what had caused it floated across the stage of her mind and she tensed up for a second.

“Are you alright?” he asked in a soft whisper.

She thought the question over for a long moment and then nodded. “I think I am,” she whispered back.

“Good because I think the rain has stopped or at least slowed to the point we can leave,” he said giving her a squeeze.

“Where are we going?” she asked with confusion in her voice.

“We can’t stay here and my apartment is around the corner a couple of blocks, over the barbershop. It’s a hell of a lot more private than here. Anyway, we need to talk and I need to tend to your wrists where you cut them,” he said softly.

Julie’s mind asked ‘why would I want to go anywhere with a man who had molested me?’ From deep inside a soft whisper replied: ‘because you enjoyed the hell out of it for one thing, and you came your brains out without him even touching your pussy for another.’

“I don’t want to go with you,” Julie heard herself say, and then she wondered if it was true.

“Ok, then let me take you to the college dispensary. Those cuts need to be tended to,” he said, still rocking her gently.

“And if I tell them what you did?” she asked in a whisper.

He chuckled deep in his chest and replied, “What, that I found you hanging in a doorway, passed out? I’m the Good Samaritan and you’re confused. There’s no evidence that I attacked you, just your word against mine. Yeah, it would cause problems for a short time but then I would have to stalk you and take my revenge.”