a sexual fantasy

After Max had cum inside her for the forth time, they lay panting heavily beside each other. Silke could feel his thick cum leaking out of her pussy and her ass. She was completely spent, sweaty and soaked. Max turned to her, brushed a strand of hair out of her face and looked at her for a long time.

They talked quietly for a while, intimately. Silke told him a bit too much. She told him about Jonas, how shy he used to be in bed, how little he had dared, how she had sometimes wished he would be more dominant. She told him about the first dirty messages during the road trip, about the vibrating egg, about the risky photos at university. Max just listened. He didn’t judge. He only nodded occasionally, stroked her back and listened attentively.

“You did all that for him?” he asked quietly.

Silke nodded. “Yes. And it made me so horny. Even though I sometimes felt ashamed.”

Max smiled slightly. “That’s brave.”

Then he fell silent. He looked at her, his cock twitching lightly against her thigh. He was already half hard again.

“I have to tell you something,” he whispered. “I’ve wanted you for a long time. Since the first time you were here. I’ve always had fantasies… a very specific one.”

Silke looked at him curiously. “Which one?”

Max hesitated for a second, then continued, his voice getting deeper.

“You’re lying on Jonas’ bed. Naked. Tied up. Hands bound above your head to the bedposts, legs spread wide and tied down. Blindfolded. Words written on your body with lipstick or marker. ‘Free Use Whore’ on your stomach. ‘Cum Slut’ on your tits. ‘Use me’ on your thighs. And ‘Jonas’ little cuckold’ right above your pussy. You’re prepared. Naked. Wet. Helpless. And instead of Jonas… I find you. I would fuck you then. Hard. Long. In every hole. Without asking. Just use you.”

While he spoke, his cock twitched noticeably against her thigh. It grew hard again. Silke felt herself getting wet once more. The fantasy was so dirty, so humiliating, so hot. She pressed her thighs together and breathed faster.

Max noticed. He smiled slightly.

“And you would love it,” he said quietly.

Silke just nodded. She was already horny again.

They fucked one more time. This time slower, but intense. Max lay on top of her, pushed deep inside her and fucked her with slow, deep strokes. Silke wrapped her legs around him and moaned his name softly. They came almost at the same time — quiet, intense, clinging tightly to each other.

Afterwards they lay still. Max stroked her back. Silke closed her eyes.

The night was over.

She had given everything.

Next Morgning. Silke lay there, her body used and sore — especially her pussy and her ass. She stayed in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling and thinking about the night before. Then she reached for her phone and wrote Jonas only the bare minimum.

Jonas replied quickly.

Silke hesitated for a moment, then wrote short and direct.

Jonas answered after a few seconds.

Silke took a deep breath. Then she wrote the question that had been on her mind the whole time.

Silke put the phone down. Her heart beat faster. She had the green light.

Silke went to a sex shop in the city. She was nervous but determined. She bought a spreader bar, padded handcuffs, lube, a powerful vibrator and a mouth gag. The seller — an older man — looked at her with interest and recommended a timed lock for the handcuffs.

“Just for safety,” he said. “You never know.”

Silke bought that too.

Back at Jonas’ flat she prepared everything. She wrote dirty words on her body with red lipstick:

“Free Use Whore” across her stomach

“Cum Slut” on her tits

“Use all holes” above her pussy

“Jonas’ little cuckold whore” on her thigh

She lay down on Jonas’ bed exactly as in Max’s fantasy. She tied her legs wide apart with the spreader bar. The handcuffs she attached to the headboard. She put the mouth gag in — her mouth stayed open. She blindfolded herself. She pushed the vibrator deep into her already wet pussy and set it to a slow, deep setting.

Finally she activated the timed lock for 60 minutes. Then she put on the blindfold and locked the handcuffs.

She left the door to Jonas’ room only ajar.

On Max’s bedroom door she stuck a note:

“Little surprise in Jonas’ room. Come in.”

It was 3:00 p.m. Max would normally be back from his lecture around 3:15.

Silke lay there. Bound. Blind. With her mouth open. The vibrator working slowly inside her. She couldn’t see the clock. Time dragged on. Her pussy throbbed, her body trembled with arousal and fear. She heard every sound in the flat — every creak, every car outside.

The minutes passed. It got later than expected.

Suddenly she heard the front door open.

Footsteps in the hallway.

The door to Jonas’ room was slowly pushed open.

Silke held her breath.