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By *scott OP Man
over a year ago
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This is a fantisy written by late wife a couple of years ago. I hope any who read it do enjoy it. Would love any feedback you may have.
The wind was blowing along the platform, flicking litter with it as it passed my feet. What was I doing here on this platform so late at night and where is this platform for that matter? I don’t remember arriving here or where I was before. In the distance I hear a train approaching. I hear its engine start to slow as it prepares to stop. I have no way of knowing where it is going or where it has been. All I know is I am destined to get on the train.
The train grinds to a holt, the doors slide open to unlit carriages. I step inside and the doors slide shut with a whisper behind me. The train starts to pull away into the darkness. I start to work my way through unlit carriages, feeling my way as though drawn to the head of the train. After several carriages I reach the lead car. A glow around the door tells me that there is light within the carriage. I place my hand on the door handle, and brace myself for what lies ahead as I enter the carriage.
It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, as they do I see a figure sat at a table. It is a man with dark hair, pale skin and emotionless eyes. He raises his hand and jesters me towards him. “You are afraid Beth” how does this man know my name? And what is he doing on this train? “You will be seated” and he points to the chair opposite him. I sit, as though I have no control of my body, the control is all his. “You wish to know why you are here, and where here is?” I nod in agreement. “This is the corner of your mind you keep closed. The place you fear to walk, and I am your release from this place.” A puzzled expression crosses my face. “Only through me will you find release from this place, and only within you can I grant that release. Do you wish to be released?” Again I find myself nodding as though unable to speak.”Then it begins”.
He raises himself from the chair and glides around the table, until stood at my right shoulder.He places his cold pale hands upon my shoulders. He leans his mouth to my ear and whispers”Open yourself to me” . I feel no breath from his voice, as though no-one is there.Yet still his cold hands rest on my shoulders. After what seems an age his hands start to move. They move forward towards my breasts. I see his pale fingers disappear behind the cloth of my red top. His hands continue until they reach my nipples. They harden immediatly, it could be his cold touch, the fear in my blood or the fire of excitement. His cold hands continue to touch my breasts, his fingertips teasing my nipples through the thin lace of my bra. A cold set of lips makes contact with my neck and a shiver runs down my spine.Cold feelingless kisses are traced down to my shoulder, as I find my head tilting to gather his kisses.
“Rise and stand before me” I feel myself obeying, as I stand and turn to face him. I look into his cold eyes and feel his control over me.”Show yourself to me” . I find myself removing my top, allowing it to fall to the floor. Then my hands work the clasp of my black lace bra, until it joins my top. Why am I doing this? What power drives me to this? And what end will come? With that I feel myself unbutton my skirt and release the zip. I feel my skirt as it passes down my legs, to rest at my ankles. Stood there before the stranger, near naked and defensless. His hands are suddenly around my waist and I am lifted into the air as though I weigh nothing.
He places me upon the edge of the table, and lies me back as his hands begin again to trace my breasts. On this table I am his. His figure stoops forward over me, as his cold pale lips make contact with my nipple.He nibbles and teases me before slowly beginning to trace a path down my body. A passion and a fear flow through my veins, caussing my heart rate to raise and my body to prepare for what lies ahead. His cold lips work past my navel towards my waistband of my black lace pants. The lace against my body already moistened in preperation by my intimate juices. As his head reaches my pants he lifts my buttocks and grasps the material of my last remaining garment. With a single fluid movement of his arms, I am naked. I find my legs parting themselves before him, this stranger, the one who directs me.He lowers his head to meet my intimate place. It is as though someone is touching an ice cube against me. His touch is so cold yet so warming, cold shivers of heat run through my spine. His cold tongue tracing my lips and teasing my clitoris, for every movement of his tongue brings me closer to ectasy. I find my fingers running through his dark hair, as my hands meet his head. Without warning I pull his head, driving his face into me, eager for his contact in my most intimate of places. I had never felt such sensations running through my body.
The harder I pull his head towards my intimate area, the more vigerous his tongue becomes. His tongue once teasing, now raverging my clitoris, driving me towards ectasy. As I feel on the verge of climax, I am pulling at his hair, holding his mouth to my pussy. With a final cold touch of his tongue, I am there. My body quivers and my blood races as my senses are overwhelmed in ectasy. I release my grip on his head and he slowly withdraws, now standing upright between my legs.
I lie there utterly defenceless, but not wanting to defend. Now I feel a presence against my pussy. The stranger pushes forward and I feel myself being penetrated by him. His cock feels so cold inside of me, that my pussy contracts around him, making it difficult to determine his size. Slowly he starts to withdraw from me, then just before exiting he pushes back into me. He repeats this slowly at first, but gradually builds up momentum. As his rate increases so does my excitement. I find myself wrapping my legs around him, holding him into me, as before. Every thrust, now penertrating me as deeply as possible. As again I head towards ectasy.
I feel his hands slide under the small of my back, as he easily lifts me from the table. Now while still within me, he transports me across the carriage, my legs still wrapped around his waist. We reach his seat and he lowers himself backwards into it. I unwrap my legs as he sits, so they fall to the sides of his chair. His hands come round to my hips, as he starts to raise and lower me on his cock. At the guidance of his hands my body moves to his speed. Although I am on top, I have no means of control. As he moves me up and down on his cock, my breasts rub against the cold material of his clothing. Our faces are so close, I stare into his deep dark eyes and see nothing beyond them. Our lips almost touch, but no contact is made, except for his cold breath on my face.
His hands tighten about my hips and he suddenly lifts me clear of his body. Placing me on my feet, he raises to stand, his hands still about my waist, he circles himself behind me, never taking his hands from my hips. One hand now leaves my hip, tracing a line up my spine, to the back of my neck. He forces my head down and forward, I put my hands to his seat to support myself. He now enters me again, this time more roughly. Each thrust causing me to buckle. As his speed increases so does his grip around my neck. His cock is pounding my pussy, causing me shortness of breath. Just when I thought he could get no rougher, his hand moves from my neck and grasps my hair. So every thrust now pulls on my neck and head. Every thrust now contains both pleasure and pain. I want it to stop, but not to end. I don’t know how much longer I can take this, my body is exhausted, my pussy aching and my mind is spinning.
Without warning he pulls his cock from me. With a painful jerk, he drags my head by my hair, turning me and forcing me to my knees, as he steps back a pace. With his hand still gripping my hair,he tilts my head to force my mouth open. I grab a glimpse of his cock, it is as pale as his face, though veined shows no sign of colour, even at its head. With that it is buried into the back of my throat, I go as though to gag, but do not. He holds it there, for what feels like forever, before pulling his cock outwards until level with my lips. He then begins to fuck my mouth, with no thought for me. His cock moves fast and aggressively in my mouth. At the end of each thrust it chocks me, but I still do not gag. Whilst still thrusting into me, he makes eye contact and says “Beth, the next step is your choice. You must choose to accept or reject, your wants and urges. Your decision holds your release from this place.”
His thrusting is now at its hardest and fastest. All of a sudden he releases my hair and his thrusting stops, he is no longer in control. I find myself continuing to suck his cock of my own free will. I want his cock and all that it can give me. At that moment his cock erupts with streams of warm, even hot cum. It fills my mouth, to the point, it starts to dribble from my lips, at the side of his cock. I take his cock from my mouth, looking up into his eyes, my mouth still full of his cum. I pause for a second, then swallow the warm, salty substance.
As its passing down my throat, he lowers his face to mine. “Did you decide right, Beth?” before I can answer his lips meet mine, in a warm embrassive kiss. Suddenly everything falls into darkness and there is nothing, except for the familiar sound of my alarm clock.
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