My turn to ask Alyssia

As the next round of the game began, it was my turn to ask a question. Sticking to my choice of the prettiest girl, I decided to choose Alyssia, who, despite her confident demeanor, opted for truth. I pondered my question for a moment, considering my options. Casey's initial question had already set a somewhat daring tone, so I decided to follow suit.

"Alyssia," I began with a playful smile, "do you have any particular fetish or fantasy that you've never admitted to your friends before?"

Alyssia's eyes widened slightly, and a faint blush spread across her cheeks. It was clear that something had come to mind immediately, and she seemed momentarily caught off guard. She fidgeted slightly, her eyes darting around the group before she finally mustered the courage to speak.

"Well," she started hesitantly, her voice almost a whisper, "I do have one fantasy that I haven't shared with anyone before." She paused, taking a deep breath as her blush deepened. "I often fantasize about being taken by a man right upon first meeting him. It's like, there's this extremely submissive side of me that craves it."

Her admission hung in the air, and she continued, her voice trembling slightly. "Sometimes, I imagine my male friends just pressing me against a wall, undressing me, and having their way with me. No preamble, no buildup, just pure, raw desire. It sounds crazy, I know, but it's something I think about a lot."

The round fell silent for a moment as her words sank in. Alyssia's face turned even redder, and she looked down, clearly embarrassed by her confession. The other girls were visibly intrigued and aroused by this shocking revelation.

Erica's eyes widened in surprise, and a blush crept across her cheeks. Anna bit her lip, her eyes filled with a mixture of shock and fascination. Casey, always the most daring of the group, leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with interest.

I could feel my own arousal growing, my cock hardening at the thought of Alyssia's fantasy. The image of her being taken so forcefully and willingly was incredibly erotic and I imagined myself doing it.

Alyssia, emboldened by our reactions, continued, "I want to be pinned down, unable to move, and feel his breath on my neck as he takes what he wants. I crave the feeling of being completely at his mercy, of knowing that I am his to use. Sometimes I imagine being in public places too, where there's a risk of being caught. It makes it even more thrilling."

"Wow, Alyssia," Casey said, her voice husky with excitement. "That's... quite the fantasy. I never would have guessed."

Alyssia managed a shy smile, still looking down. "Yeah, it's not something I usually talk about. It's just this deep-seated desire I have, to completely surrender and be dominated."

"Thank you for sharing that with us," I said, my voice gentle but firm. "It's really brave of you to open up like that."

Alyssia looked up, meeting my gaze. "Thanks, John. It feels good to finally say it out loud, even if it is a bit embarrassing."

As she spoke, my mind was filled with vivid images of Alyssia. I imagined her pressed against a wall, her body shivering with anticipation as I undressed her. Her large, full breasts heaving with each breath, her soft, supple skin yielding to my touch. I could see myself taking her right then and there, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement, her lips parting in a silent plea.

The atmosphere in our little circle was charged with a new intensity, the air thick with arousal and curiosity.

As we were about to move on to the next round of the game, I couldn't help but glance at Alyssia again, my mind still reeling from her revelation. The thought of her fantasy lingered in my mind, adding an extra layer of excitement to the game.