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Assault With A Deadly Weapon!

It was late summer, early fall. Being the jet-setting executive that I am, I have a tendency to let down my guard. Here is what happened. I was in a metropolitan city, that shall remain nameless, in a luxury hotel overlooking a beautiful mountain range view. I had been in this setting for a seminar, and this was probably my fourth day with a couple more to go. The seminar was for professionals in my field, and people were in town from all over the country. Each night a group of us would gather for drinks at the hotel, or venture to one of the nearby restaurants for dinner and drinks. A small clique of us became pretty good companions.

On this particular night, I’d decided that I’d call room service and have some wine and a light meal and call it a night. It was beautiful outside, there was a refreshing breeze blowing in from the balcony doors, and as I mentioned before, I let down my guard. There had been reports of a gentleman attacker that had been entering single women’s homes and tying them up and raping them, gently and thoroughly. I thought, this had to be bogus, because the women that were attacked referred to this person as the type of man they’d like to have as their very own lover. Of course, this turned into an urban legend. I didn’t feel it necessary to lock myself in my room. Besides I was on the ninth floor of the hotel.

I called room service, ordered myself a bottle of chardonnay and a chef’s Caesar salad. About thirty minutes later someone knocked on my door. At this time I was running myself a hot bubble bath and the curtains were fluttering about the room with the breeze from outside. I wrapped my robe around me tightly and cautiously answered the door. The waiter was a tall and handsome young man of about twenty-five. He was very well-built and pretty much a work of art. I smiled at him and thanked him for the service and gave him a generous tip, for being fine of course. He thanked me and left quietly. I returned to the bathroom and sunk into my bath and soaked for a long while.

I finished my bath and went back into the living room of the king bed suite I occupied and decided that the television would be put on mute and I searched on the radio for some soft music. I found a quiet storm station that played seventies rhythm and blues oldies. Just my flavor. I turned the lights down except for the small lamp at the table where my food and wine sat. This table sat right at the entrance of the balcony and I sat there in my silk lounge pajamas with my feet in the other chair just staring into the night looking at the mountains. It was a clear, starry night and a full moon to boot. It was absolutely breath taking. After finishing the wine, and feeling way too relaxed for my own good, I decided that I’d get into bed. I left the balcony door open slightly to continue enjoying the breeze, and I crawled into bed. The radio lulled me to sleep, and I began to dream...I awoke to what sounded like the sliding glass door moving very slowly. I knew it was a dream so I wasn’t really startled by it. It felt more like a fantasy than a dream, so I rode it. I lay there and I felt the breeze was a little stronger than before, but I still didn’t seem to awaken. The radio played a slow jazz tune that seemed to lull me back into a muted dream state. I went with the flow. I wasn’t feeling any pain and I attributed the euphoric feeling to the wine. I must be dreaming...

I felt what seemed to be a stocking or scarf being tied gently at first around my left wrist. Still dreaming I thought, ride it out. I felt it tugged a little more firmly and then I felt my right wrist being tied gently but firmly. This has got to be a pretty vivid dream and by now I’m thinking that maybe a bottle of wine isn’t a good idea before bed. But I remain asleep and continue to dream...

I feel my silk pajama pants sliding gently off my feet. It’s dark and I try and open my eyes to see if this is indeed a dream, but not really wanting to wake up because it feels like I am fantasizing. I open my eyes and see darkness, nothing but darkness. So I drift off to sleep again.

I feel my left foot being tied with the same material as my hands, and gently it’s being slid to the edge of the bed. At this point, I do awake and realize that I am not alone. I’m still very disoriented and can’t really respond immediately, but a gentle but stern voice tells me to relax. I’m fully awake and groggy, but I am aware that someone else is in the room and this person is tying me to the bed. My right foot has been bound and is being pulled to the other side of the bed. At this point I am resisting, and he puts a gloved hand on my knee and once again says, “relax”, I won’t hurt you if you just relax.” So I stop resisting and let him complete his task. I was petrified and didn’t want to anger the intruder, so I lay quietly, and tried to get my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I looked toward the balcony and he had shut the doors and closed the sheers. The moonlight was dulled but it gave me enough light to see that my intruder was completely covered in black from head to toe. He wore what looked like a ski mask only not made of the wool material, it seemed to be more silky because it shined in the light. But only his eyes, the tip of his nose and his lips were exposed. He had on black long sleeves and black gloves, his pants were loose fitting, but dark colored too. I could see his silhouette, he was a fairly good sized person, I’d be hard pressed to put up a fight and get away without getting seriously injured, so I decided the best thing would be to cooperate.

He walked around to the side of the bed near the radio and looked at the time. He looked down at me and asked if I was ok. I just nodded. He said, “Very good, I’m not going to hurt you if you continue to be a good girl like you are doing. You’re in no position to do anything but get yourself into trouble. I promise I won’t hurt you if you just continue to be good.” He asked me if that was agreeable. I nodded in agreement. He told me, “I am going to touch you now, very gently, you look so very soft and I really need to see for myself.” He began to run his hand along the length of my leg from ankle to thigh. “Hmmmm, you are soft. I can’t wait to see just how soft you really are.” I began to tremble, he chuckled slightly and said, “Oh, when I’m done with you, you’ll be trembling more than that, you might want to save the strength.”

I began to cry silently, he looked at me and wiped a tear from my face. He kissed his finger with the tear on it. He said, “Shhhhh, there’s no need for that. Be quiet my sweet. Things will be just fine.” He stood up and walked to the foot of the bed. I could hear him rustling around but I couldn’t see what he was doing, he was standing in the shadows, but I could hear him breathing heavily. I was particularly scared now, because I couldn’t see him. I tried to loosen the binds that my hands were in, but it was useless, this guy was a pro. They only moved between them. I could move my left hand so far and then my right hand would move toward it taking in the slack. My feet had the same movement, or lack of movement is more like it.

He came back to the foot of the bed into the light and I could see that he’d taken off some clothing. He was still in black, he had on black underwear and a black tee shirt, in the limited light source, I could tell that he was black. He was a deep chocolate brown with no visible scars, or marks that I could see to identify him later. He seemed to be between 6ft and 6ft 3in in height, maybe about 210 lbs. give or take 10 lbs. I could tell by the way the shirt fit him he was in great physical condition which for a brief moment amused me. Why was this guy taking pussy when he was built well enough to get it from anyone. I shuddered to think, because he still had the mask on.

He knelt between my legs on the floor and gently rubbed my feet, one hand on each foot. I noticed that his hands were huge and that I had better not make a move or a sound, because he could literally crush me with one blow. I tensed as he moved slowly up my leg to the ankle, I was still pretty tense when he reached my shin, but unwillingly my body started to relax from the much needed massage I was getting. I couldn’t totally relax, but my muscles wanted to. He worked up to just above my knee and I tried to close the tops of my thighs. He chuckled again and put his hand on one and put enough pressure on it to let me know I should stop it. So I just lay there.

Earlier I had taken a nice hot bath and shaved all of my body hair, including my pubic hair, so it was freshly shaved and totally exposed. I was very conscious of it, and it made me squirm a little thinking that I was bare-assed naked in front of this total stranger who had snuck into my room somehow. He gently but firmly kneaded my thigh and worked the muscles so well that all I could do was close my eyes and let him do it. Honestly it felt damn good and I really didn’t have the energy to resist.

He whispered very close to my pussy that it was pretty, that he loved a shaved pussy and he wanted to taste it. I tensed again, only to have him run his tongue along the slit without touching me with his hands. He moaned, and put his hands on my thighs and held my legs apart and licked it long and slow again. His tongue was so wet and he had perfect aim. He made comment that I must have liked that last one, because my clit came out to greet him. I was probably three shades of red, because here I am being sexually assaulted and enjoying it. He asked me if I wanted him to put his tongue completely in my pussy or do I want him to just suck the clit for a while. I wouldn’t say anything, I just lay there. He said, “well, I guess that means you want me to do both, that suits me just fine.” He opened my pussy and proceeded to put what seemed to be the longest tongue I have ever felt into my pussy. He swirled it around and around and I thought I was going to cream in his mouth. He stopped just short of that and put his lips around my engorged clit and sucked it like he wanted to milk it. I started to shiver and raise my hips off the bed because I had never felt anything like this before. I almost came in his mouth when he stopped short and said, “Not yet lady”. I was breathing heavily now and I was dizzy and intoxicated and euphoric, I lay there panting as he kissed my clit, and then my pubic area. He moved up and stuck his long tongue in my belly button and licked it like he did my pussy. He moved up even further and un-buttoned my top to expose my large breasts. He moaned, and put one in his mouth and licked and sucked the nipple until it was as hard as my clit. He was rolling the other nipple between his fingers and I began to moan and move on the bed. He moved back down and stuck his tongue inside me again and this time sucked my clit and alternated between the two until I was dripping cum all over the bed. He said, “I really like it when a woman can enjoy the things I do to her, you are so wet and my dick is so hard. Do you want to see my dick?” I still wouldn’t answer him, I didn’t want to encourage anything. He stood next to the bed facing the balcony door where the light could hit his body just enough so I could see him take off his shirt and display a six pack made straight out of a gym. He slowly pulled down his shorts and exposed a dick so long and thick it didn’t look real. His dick was an easy 11 inches and from the angle it looked at least 3 inches wide. It was just hanging there, hard and heavy. I couldn’t imagine him putting that any where near me with me not having some kind of control. I began to panic. He moved onto the bed again and laid his dick on my thigh. He began stroking it up and down on my thigh and it began to get even harder.

He looked at me and asked, “Can I stick it in? I want to get it wet with your juices, it wants to be inside you.” I looked at him and asked him, “Did it tell you that?” He smiled, and said, “Yeah, it told me that". He said, it told me it wanted you to suck his head too, but I told him to hold his balls on, don’t get impatient, we have all night.” Before he moved, he put his finger inside me and finger fucked me for a short minute, to see if I was still wet I guess. I guess I wasn’t as wet as he wanted, because he went down and started sucking on my clit again and sticking his very wet tongue inside my pussy. “Now, that’s wet enough again, you’re gonna like my friend, try to relax and he won’t get too pushy.” He put the head of his dick in me and moaned as it slid in effortlessly. He’d put a little in and take it out, and he kept doing that until he got most of it in me. I’m feverish, because his dick is huge and it feels so good and he’s driving me crazy because he’s doing it on purpose. He’s rubbing my clit with his thumb as he’s inching his monster into me and as he slides in, he’s pushing my clit down toward his wet dick and it’s a sensation I can’t even describe. He’s now got his entire dick in me and he’s just there, on his knees, holding down my thighs, he’s not moving or thrusting, just in there, I’m moving on it as much as I can, because the damn thing feels to good to just sit there.

“Do you want more of it? Do you want me to put it all the way in you? Do you want me to fuck you slowly and deeply?” I won’t answer his questions now, not because I don’t want to encourage him, but because I can’t talk anymore. He slides on top of me completely and nestles his lips into my neck and as I realize this man is getting ready to give me the fucking of my life. I notice how good he smells, and how good he feels and I turn toward him and he kisses my lips and gently parts my lips with his long ass tongue and he thrusts his tongue into my mouth and at the same moment, thrusts his dick into my pussy. I moaned and sucked his tongue and he wrapped his arms under my arms and grabbed my shoulders and pushed himself even deeper into me. I almost came again. I was so close. He whispered to me that he could feel my pussy throbbing and that he wanted me to cum on his dick. So, he reached down and grabbed my ass with both hands and slow fucked me deeply with long strokes out and hard pushes in. He started whispering in my ear that my pussy was good and that he wanted to fuck me all night and he was going to make me cum as many times as he could, because he knew several ways to make me do it. I began to shudder at the thought and that shudder was just enough to bring on a gut wrenching orgasm that I couldn’t do anything about. He started fucking me faster and soon he came too, deep inside my pussy, I could feel his dick throbbing inside me and with each throb it felt like he was stretching me even more. After he came, he rolled off of me and laid his dick on my thigh again and it was still semi hard. He rubbed it up and down my leg and told me that usually he would be on his way, but he meant what he said about making me cum all night long. He looked over me at the clock and it was just ten thirty. He looked down at me and smiled, “It’s still early, what can I do now?” He started fingering me again and this time, he concentrated on making my clit hard and making my pussy wet with just his hand. It was definitely working. I asked him if he would untie me. I promised to be good. He said, “No, I won’t untie you yet, but I will let you change positions.” He undid one leg first and then one hand, he turned me over on my stomach and retied my hand and foot on the opposite sides of the bed. I was still in the same position only on my stomach. He got back on the side of me and started rubbing my ass and slipping his fingers between the crack. My ass was good and wet from earlier and he made comment that he’d love to stick his dick in my ass, but that would have to be something I wanted, because he was no ogre.

He continued playing with my pussy and went down between my legs and started licking my pussy from behind. “Hmmmm, what sweet nectar you have running from your peach lady. I’d like to drink it if you don’t mind.” I didn’t realize he’d given me a little more slack in my binds at the feet, and he lifted me to my knees slightly and crawled under me to lick my pussy from below. He lowered me just enough where my lips were opened wide over his mouth and he slithered his tongue deep into me and licked and slurped and sucked on my clit and this time he made me cum in his mouth. He moaned the whole time I was cumming and it made me cum that much harder. I was spent and wanted to lay down. He came out from under me. Kissed me on both of my ass cheeks, ran his tongue from my pussy to my asshole and took his hard dick and ran it the length of my pussy. It was really wet and he slid his dick in and fucked me doggy style. When he got ready to cum, he took his dick out and put it just into the opening of my asshole and came directly in my ass, filling me in that orifice. I sank down to the bed and dozed off, because I was truly spent and had never had it like this. While I dozed, he had gotten up and got warm towels and cleaned me up and himself off. I hadn’t noticed that he’d untied me, and we lay under the covers cradled together. I woke to him rubbing his dick along my back, it was hard again and this time he woke me up and asked me if I wanted to taste his dick. After what he’d done to me, it was only right, so I sat up and moved toward the end of the bed and lay on my side. I licked the head of his dick and it jumped. I slowly moved it deeper into my mouth and gently sucked it, and as I gave it more and more attention, the harder it became. Pretty soon, I couldn’t get anything but the head in my mouth. He started to fuck my mouth and I took in what I could. He grabbed my leg and put it in the air and started licking on my pussy. I started getting all hot and bothered again and he pulled me up to him and I straddled his dick. We lay there just rubbing together and my pussy was getting the length of his dick wet, and he raised my hips and made me slide down on it.

I could only take a little at a time, he was so big. I slid down to the base of his dick and I was filled to capacity. I sat there for a minute and he held me down on it and started to rotate his hips making his it swirl inside me. I started getting dizzy and leaned over on his chest and he held me down and fucked me slowly in long strokes. This position was perfect in that his dick was rubbing my clit again and making me even hotter. I began to cum on him again and this time I could control it, as I came I rotated on his dick taking him deeper into me as my pussy throbbed and sucked his cock into me. This made him grab me and turn me on my back and he fucked me like it was the last time he’d ever get any pussy. He put my legs on his shoulders and fucked me raw. My pussy was so sore when he came, that his cum juice was soothing to feel it running out of me. He lay on top of me spent. We lay there in this position. I finally fell asleep and a couple of hours later I woke up to my own orgasm. He was licking my pussy like there was no tomorrow and he made me cum once again on his tongue. This time, I fell into a deep sleep and the next thing I knew the alarm clock was going off and I woke up in my room alone with the only remnants of anything ever happening was the soreness of my body. There were no binds, no evidence, not even the wet towel he had used to wash us up.
Had I been dreaming? Did this really happen?

I went to the restaurant downstairs for some much needed coffee and breakfast. I was famished. I got downstairs and there were a couple of people from the seminar that asked what I’d done last night. I told them, had a bottle of wine and went to bed. One of the ladies commented on how tired I looked. Yeah, I’d had some troublesome sleep last night. I chalked it up to homesickness. One of the girls stated that Darren, one of the guys from the group had a hard night too, he was sitting a couple of tables behind us and he was eating enough for two people and drinking his share of coffee.

I’d noticed Darren when we first got to the hotel, but he seemed really shy and withdrawn so I didn’t approach him. I looked back and I thought how he seemed to be overly familiar. He smiled, and I knew that I’d seen him before. Maybe he was the one I was dreaming about last night. I smiled back at him. I looked a little troubled and the folks at the table noticed. Sue asked me what was wrong. I told them, that I’d had a very vivid dream of being assaulted in my room. I didn’t elaborate on how good it was. But that was why I was so tired. It was a vivid, wine induced hallucination.

Darren finished his breakfast and walked past the table where we sat, as he reached the table, he stopped, told everyone good morning and to have a great last day at the seminar. He looked at me and slipped me a note. I don’t know if anyone else saw it, but I waited until I was alone to read it. As he walked away, he was walking into the sunlight streaming into the room. His silhouette was the same silhouette I’d seen in my room the night before, I was a little startled, but really kind of floored by it. Because this man is super fine and built like a brick shit house. But, he seems to be very shy.

I excused myself from the table and went to the elevator to my room. When I got in, I closed the door behind me and opened the note. It read. “Dear Lady, I don’t know your name, but I know that I enjoyed myself with you last night. I’m sorry I snuck into your room, but we happen to be next door neighbors and I was walking by when room service dropped off your food. So I jammed your door and was able to sneak in when I saw your lights go off. I wanted to apologize and tell you that you are really very special and if you would have dinner with me tonight, I’d like to discuss some plans for the future...

 
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