The New Black Lace Book of Women's Sexual Fantasies (19 page)

In my head it's an attractive guy that I'd actually quite like to
have sex with, getting so turned on by me and my flirting, that
he completely loses control and takes me, not quite against
my will. Incest, too, that's a major theme. I've always been so
turned on by the idea of my big brother (I don't have any
brothers which probably helps!) sneaking into my room at
night, perhaps just touching me at first, but over a few nights
progressing to the point where we're having full sex. But the
dynamic is still very brother/sister, he's telling me that he's
helping me learn important things about sex and that it's
healthy for a girl my age to come every day and he's the best
and safest person to take care of that for me. In fact, when my
boyfriend is making me come with his hand, I'm often imagining
that he's my brother and running that dialogue through
in my head.

I have lots of fantasies where I'm quite passive, perhaps
pretending to be asleep, and someone else is taking advantage
of me, trying to take my clothes off, touch me, etc. Cameras
feature quite a lot, too. I love those gonzo films (haven't seen
many, but enough to get the idea!) where a quite charming,
likeable and attractive guy approaches random women and
persuades them (with charm, money or anything else) to start
taking their clothes off or put on some kind of sexual display
so he can film it or take pictures for his own amusement. For
me, it's the persuasion that's the sexy bit; it's about watching
a woman gradually loosen up from being perhaps a bit prim
at the start, to being completely slutty and up-for-it by the end.
Quite sleazy, I know, but there you go!

Pregnancy is a turn-on; I guess it's quite an animal, instinct ive
thing. For me, as I get more and more turned on, I get more
excited by the idea of getting pregnant. I don't like the feel of
a cock through a condom, I like to feel it bare, to feel the come
inside me and feel it coming out and soaking my pants the
next day. Partly the excitement is about getting the guy to that
point where he's so desperate for your pussy that he'll risk
raising your kids for eighteen years just to come in it! And
partly it's about the risk I'm taking myself, possibly tying
myself into a relationship for the rest of my life just to get off
exactly the way I like!

Cheating – my boyfriend and I share this one. I fantasise
about him creating a profile for me on some dating website,
advertising me, listing all the things that I like and what I'm
looking for (no-strings sex, big cock, likes deep penetration,
dressed to please, etc.) and us taking really explicit pictures to
send to other men. I'd then arrange to have the one with the
best-looking body and biggest cock come round and fuck me
while my boyfriend was away on business. As soon as he got
back, I'd confess everything. I'd be all dressed up the way he
likes, and I'd make him sit there, not allowed to touch me and
nursing a huge erection while I told him every slutty detail of
how appallingly I'd behaved, how big and hard the other guy's
cock was, how much I loved it. Eventually he'd be overcome
and would have to take me really roughly, bare, of course, to
claim me back.

At the moment it almost feels like the naughtiest thing a
young, career-orientated woman (who wants to be taken seriously)
can do is to act like a Tammy Wynette-style domesticated
sex slave! And although I would hate it if my boyfriend genuinely
related to me on that level, I still get an erotic kick out
of playing up to it (with some extreme submission thrown in).
So lots of my fantasies right now go something like this: I'm
at home, dressed up in a super-feminine and extremely
revealing way (stockings, crippling heels, lots of make-up,
painted nails, tiny leather skirt, see-through top, etc.) and I've
got a list of chores I have to do, cleaning, etc. Most of them are
almost impossible to achieve dressed up the way I am.

While I'm working, my boyfriend comes home, so I have to
take some time out to see to his immediate needs – maybe
pouring him a beer and perching on his lap as he tells me all
the terribly hard things he's had to deal with that day. He'll
then pat me on the bottom and suggest that I get on with my
chores while he watches, relaxing in a chair. Of course, he
can't leave me alone for long. He might be tempted to make
things a little more difficult for me, maybe make me change
my shoes so they're even higher and more difficult to work
in, or blindfold me, or pull my knickers down and tie them
tight around my knees so I'm hobbling everywhere. Then,
after a while, he'll probably want some attention paid to him,
maybe he'll require me to suck his cock for a bit or let him
stick his tongue down my throat while he plays with my
breasts or strokes my legs.

Eventually he'll make me stand with my back to the wall,
press up close against me and stroke my pussy with my hand
to make me come. He'll tell me that this was so I'll be ready
to take his bare cock later on, when he feels like it. After I come,
he'll leave me to get on with my work alone for a while, perhaps
with a few more clothes off and with a butt plug in just to
keep me ticking over.

After a while he'll come back, pull up my skirt and slip inside
me without saying a word. As he fucks me, he might start to
say things like, 'There's my slut, that's what you want isn't it?
That's what you need, you've been so good, you deserve my
cock.'

Lynne, age 31
Heterosexual
Live-in relationship/marriage
No children
College degree
Homemaker
Perth, Australia

I'm turned on by fulfilling relationships that experiment and
grow together. Books play a big part and toys, plus di-erent
places where you have to plan and anticipate. My fantasy goes
like this: he dribbled some oil across his hands and rubbed
them slowly together. He reached out and brushed his fingers
across the top of her breasts, leaving a glistening sheen. She
shivered with sensation; nothing this light had left her so
aware of her own body. He pushed her bra straps off and started
to massage her shoulders. Her head rocked back against his
shoulder, leaving her neck vulnerable. He lowered his head
and nibbled. The light pain made her jump.

His hands had moved down to the top of her bra, playing
around the edge. She was going to go crazy if he kept up this
slow approach, she was ready to explode now. Trying to get
some control back, she slipped her hand behind her and
reached down to feel him.

He stood up quickly and slithered onto the bed with a determined
look. 'Oh no, you're not taking control, this is my time
to play,' he said, looking around the room. 'If I can't trust you
to lie back and enjoy, I'll have to give you your control back.'

He had found some belts in the wardrobe and brought them
to the bed and proceeded to turn her over onto her knees. She
had thought he was going to tie her up, but was now thoroughly
confused.

A whoosh from behind her was her only warning before her
bottom was on fire. She screamed in outrage and shock. 'What
the hell do you think you are doing?' she yelled at him.

Another stroke exploded on her arse.

'Be silent and it will stop,' he commanded.

'Not bloody . . .' as he administered another stroke. He waited
a minute in silence to see what she decided to do. The only
sound in the room was her harsh breathing as she tried to
control her pain.

He poured some more oil onto his hands and massaged her
arse and down her thighs. He unhooked her bra and massaged
up her back, slowly soothing any tense muscles until she
relaxed again. As he leaned forwards to play with her breasts,
she felt his arousal brushing her bottom. Her pussy was
sopping wet and he had only been playing with her for five
minutes.

She rotated her bottom against his penis, trying to encourage
him closer. He immediately let go of her and,
whoosh
, another
blow struck her.

'I thought you were more intelligent than this? Do not move
unless I tell you to.'

He returned to his playing. She didn't know what to do; her
body was on fire, but she'd never let anyone take control like
this. His fingers were magic, flicking her nipples, tweaking
them until they were hard nubs. All her attention was focused
on the sensation he was creating. He nipped her hard and she
flinched away, but his tongue soothed the pain, leaving a warm
glow. Over and over again he nipped, then soothed until she
thought she would go insane.

Finally he moved down her body, nibbling as he went. His
tongue swirled in her belly button, making her shiver. He
moved behind her. He pulled her up to lean back against him,
his hands kneading her sensitised breasts. His knees pushed
her legs wider until she could stretch no more. His fingers
brushed her curls. She wanted to push her pussy into his
hands and force him inside, but was afraid of the consequences.

'Good girl,' he murmured in her ear as if he could read her
mind.

His fingers thrust into her suddenly, almost lifting her off
the bed with the force. She came instantaneously, collapsing
against him.

'Did I say you could come?' he asked, abruptly withdrawing
his fingers. She shook her head weakly. 'You're not allowed to
come until I say you can. Sarah, you need to learn some discipline.
I will decide your punishment later.'

His fingers were back playing in her pussy, spreading her
lips and rubbing her clit lightly. He moved away from the
bed.

'I want you to start playing with yourself.'

She tentatively rubbed her hands over her body, tweaking
her nipples with one hand and the other buried deep inside
herself. She was so glad to have control over her body again,
she could feel an orgasm approaching. She started thrusting
her fingers harder and deeper, with her thumb waiting to rub
her clit and push her over. She had forgotten where she was,
so aware of her body and its approaching climax. She heard a
snap and then pain exploded on her already tender arse. She
immediately stopped.

'I told you, not unless I let you,' his voice came from behind
her.

She looked over her shoulder to see where he was, but the
day had disappeared and all she could see were shadows.

'Don't stop touching yourself,' came another demand. Her
body was so eager to come that she knew the slightest touch
would send her over. She moved her hands to her thighs, slowly
massaging them to try and ease the ache and calm her body
down.

She heard a door open and looked over her shoulder again.
He had switched on a lamp next to his wardrobe. She caught
her reflection in the mirror; her bottom was striped with brightred
welts and her body undulated in time with her massaging
hands.

Hands moved her around so she could see the image more
clearly. They moved over her hands, slowly stretching them
forwards, making her bend over.

Her bottom was thrust up into the air, displaying her to the
world. Her pussy was pink and shining with her come, her
butt cheeks open, and she could see her arsehole. The image
was startling. She'd never seen herself like this, all flushed with
arousal and on display for the world to see.

'Do you like what you see?' he whispered in her ear. 'Those
red stripes really add to your gorgeous bottom.'

His hands started moulding her butt cheeks, massaging and
kneading them. 'Do you like the warm feeling of the stripes?
I'm going to fuck you in your arse. The first thing I noticed
about you was this lovely bottom of yours. I knew then that I
would see you like this with my marks on you, waiting for me
to do anything I wanted.'

She was barely conscious of his words; all her attention was
on the image in the mirror and the feeling it was creating.

'Have you ever been fucked up your bottom?'
She shook her head, scared of what was about to happen;
she had heard that it hurt.

'It's delicious,' he continued. 'I won't need any lubricant as
you have provided plenty for me. I'll slide my finger inside
your arse and, while my cock is deep in your pussy, you will
feel stretched, wondering whether you can take me in, but
slowly your muscles will relax and I will be deep inside. I will
then fuck you senseless until you beg me to let you come, and
then I will finally let you.'

The images he created made her head reel.

'I do not beg,' she managed to creak from a dry mouth.

'We'll see,' was the only reply that she got.

He moved behind her again, his cock slipping around,
teasing her. He slowly filled her, stopping about halfway in,
slowly rocking back and forth. His fingers were oiling her arsehole
with her juices, tickling the puckered rose, making it
twitch. She could see everything in the mirror, his slowly
thrusting body, his cock sliding in and out, his fingers playing
in her arse. She was going insane and he had only just got
started.

Everything was so gentle, teasing her, putting her on edge,
slowly building to the climax but never coming close to
finishing. His finger slipped past her sphincter without any
resistance. Everything was moving in tandem, fingers and cock,
rocking slowly back and forth. A second finger entered her arse,
stretching her. The movement stayed the same, and the
muscles slowly relaxing let her enjoy the dark feeling this was
creating.

She could feel her orgasm starting to build. His cock pulled
out, but his fingers kept up their rhythm. The feeling from her
bum was indescribable. She couldn't believe she was here with
fingers thrusting in her bum and her dying to come.

'I'm going to fuck you now. Are you ready to beg yet?' he
goaded. She shook her head, biting her lips to keep quiet.

His fingers eased out and she could feel his tip pressing
gently but insistently. His fingers massaged her mound and
around her clit, distracting her. She wiggled her bum and he
pushed past any resistance. He paused as her body became
acclimated to the new invasion.