You are NOT going to believe what a wild night Josh and I just had!
I thought we were going to dinner last night. I was totally wrong…
So Josh came over at 7:00 pm and we decided to have a drink before going to the restaurant. I have to admit, he looked rather cute. He was in a white button down shirt and black slacks and a black sport coat. He usually has to dress nice for work and church but he just looked extra cute last night.
We both had a glass of wine and just talked about our day. It was all just mundane chatter. I had gone to work and he did some bible study when he got home from work. Our reservations were for 8:00 pm, and the restaurant is just a few blocks away from my apartment so we were just trying to kill some time.
I went yesterday to buy a dress after work. It was short, tight, and white with these red stripes that swirled down around my hips. It looked really good on me because it highlighted my breasts and hips. It was a little more risqué than what I would normally buy, but I wanted to look good for Josh. We have both been planning our oversees Christian mission, working full time, and trying to continue to volunteer whenever possible. I seriously contemplated wearing something else, but it was making me feel feminine and sexy so I decided to wear it anyway. It’s too bad you will never get to see it…
We finished our wine and I told Josh I needed to finish putting on my makeup. When I was in the bathroom, Josh jokingly said I should go to dinner without my panties. I was wearing a V-string and figured it was already small enough that you couldn’t see it through my dress, but I wasn’t really in the mood for any extracurricular activities. I had a horrible week at work, (my boss is such a nasty woman!) and so I just wanted to go to dinner, come home, give Josh a quick blow job and then cuddle in bed. I wasn’t even in the mood to do the blow job but I knew Josh would want SOMETHING. It had been three weeks since we had seen each other, and it may be another 3-4 weeks before we would be along again. (Because my boss is a demon!)
I think Josh could tell that I was irritated and not really in the mood to go to dinner, but he said he was looking forward to it so, whatever, I got ready and finished putting on my makeup. As we get ready to leave, he gives me a kiss and a really long hug.
He asked, “You really don’t want to go to dinner, do you?”
“No, I do.” I replied, trying to be as enthusiastic as possible.
“I can tell you really don’t.” Josh took one step toward the door, then he turned back to me. “By the way, do you still have your panties on?”
Before I could answer, he kissed me again and his hands started to slide around my waist. He found the V-string, and then stopped moving.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Of course I trust you. Why do you ask me that?”
“Do you really trust me? I need to know before I do what I’m about to do.”
I was a little confused, I figured he was just going to take off my panties. What’s the big deal about that? Maybe he worried I was on my period or something? I had no idea.
“Yes baby, you know I really trust you.”
“Good,” he replied. “No matter what happens, just know that I love you and I’m doing this for you.”
Now I was getting a little nervous. “What are you talking abou-“
He pulled a rubber mask with a distorted face out coat pocket and put it on, being sure to pull it down over his face. He then put on his sunglasses. He put on some black gloves and then he stepped toward me. I slowly backed up.
“What are you doing? Josh, the mask is creepy. That’s enough! Take it off! You’re scaring me.”
He didn’t reply, he just kept walking toward me. My back finally bumped against the refrigerator and that is when I really became really scared. I didn’t have anymore room and I suddenly felt trapped!
Josh approached me and put his hands on my hips and started to raise my dress. I kept trying to push my dress down and he kept pulling my skirt up. I kept trying to push his hands away.
“Josh, what are you doing? This is creepy!” I kept saying over and over.
He suddenly stood, grabbed me and spun me around and shoved me into the refrigerator. He grabbed my arms and put them behind my back. He leaned forward, against my back.
“Stop struggling, Amy. I love you and I would never hurt you. You said you trusted me, now trust me,” he said.
Was this a game? Was he going to hurt me? I did trust him but I had no idea what he was doing. He had never acted like this before.
While holding my arms behind my back, he reached up under my dress and pulled my panties down, first over my right hip, and then over my left.
He used my panties to tie my hands behind my back. Now I really started getting scared. I had timed him up once before in bed, but that was all in fun and I didn’t tie anything very tight. This was rough and hard and we weren’t in bed. We were going to go to dinner! Was he mad over something I had done?
Now that my hands were tied behind me, he also tied something around my elbows, but I couldn’t see what it was. Once he did that, I completely lost the use of my arms.
“Josh, what are you doing? You’re scaring me,” I said again.
“Something you will enjoy. Trust me.”
He then tied a blindfold around my eyes which freaked me out even more. I thought about screaming, but this was Josh! The same man who visited my mother in the hospital every day for a month when she was in her car accident. He even went on the days when I couldn’t go. This was the same guy who helped my Daddy fix his car and do odd jobs around the house. This is the same guy who drove my little brother to six different colleges in our state so he could make a decision about where to attend. My Joshy wouldn’t hurt me, would he?
He grabbed me by my upper arm and led me toward the door. I nearly stumbled, but his strong hands held me up. He opened the door, and carefully led me down the hall. We entered the elevator and he pressed the button.
I could only think to myself, What are my neighbors going to think when they see this? Lucky for Josh, we didn’t run into anyone.
He led me to his car, and opened the trunk.
“I’m NOT getting in the trunk, Josh. I swear if…”
He placed a scarf of something in my mouth and tied it behind my head, making sure I couldn’t speak.
“I wouldn’t put you in the trunk, my love,” he said as he slammed it shut.
He then led me to the side of the car, opened the door, and roughly put me in. I was laying on the back seat and he put a seat belt around me.
He walked around the car and got in. He started the car and we drove off.
What is going on? I thought to myself. If he wanted to hurt me, why would he put on my seat belt? This is JOSH! He doesn’t hurt anyone or anything! What in the heck is he doing?
I thought about telling him to stop. I thought about screaming. I thought about trying to get away…but the other side of me knew I could trust him. This was my Joshy, the man that had never been violent to me, ever. They man that gone to church with my family! He had always been my protector. What would make him snap? I was scared but I trusted him at the same time.
He drove for a while, blasting the music. He finally stopped the car, got out, and walked around to the door where he put me in and opened the door. After reaching in and unbuckling the seat belt, he grabbed my ankles and slid me across the back seat. He stood me up and held me from behind. We walked awkwardly forward, Josh’s hands on my shoulders, guiding me in the direction to walk. He pushed me up against the side of a building and I heard him opening a door.
He put me inside the building and then turned to close the door. I wanted to run and hide but I had no idea where I was or where I would even go. I stood there, defenseless, blindfolded and gagged, my hands tied behind me, and my head bowed.
I could smell motor oil and grease. The sounds echoed in the room as if the walls were made of metal. The smells and sounds reminded me of a mechanics garage or maybe some sort of factory. I have no way of knowing for sure, but that was my impression when we were inside.
Josh started to push me forward again. This time, his steps were more deliberate. We took quite a few steps forward. They would echo in the large building. It sounded like a concrete floor. After walking quite a distance into the building, Josh stopped me. I then heard a click, like a switch on a lamp. I stood there, waiting, shivering, anticipating what might come next.
Josh’s walked slowly and in a deep and intense tone said, “So you thought you were going to wear this…dress…out in public tonight. Just a small, skimpy, shorty, white dress. Just like every other slut in the world, right?”
I shook my head. “I wanted to look good for you,” I said as clearly as I could through the gag.
Josh stopped right in front of me.
“Me?!? You did this for me? But you should know by now that I don’t like things that are pure.”
He reached up under my dress and grabbed my naked pussy roughly with his opened hand.
“We both know this wasn’t pure when I got it.”
I bowed my head low. He was right. Even though my family and I have been church-going Christians all my life, and I knew both the church and God don’t like sex before marriage, I still had sex before. Many times.
My first time was when I was sixteen. I was in bible camp and there was a really cute guy that I was in camp with. We arranged to meet at the lake, late one night. I think he was just hoping to make-our or feel my boobs or something, but I wanted more than that. I basically threw him down in the tall grass, stripped down naked, and had my way with him. I tried almost everything I had desired. I gave him a blow job and tasted his cum. Later, I climbed up on him, and there, under the moonlight and stars, with the crickets chirping, I lost my virginity.
I had been with six other guys before I met Josh. One night, after having a few drinks, I spilled my guts to him about each and every one of them. Josh never judged me or made me feel bad about it…until this moment. Now, in the middle of all the fear and confusion, I felt horribly guilty for everything I had ever done sexually.
“But maybe I like dirty things,” Josh said as he walked behind me. His voice was different. It was more sinister. “Maybe I like you because I know you’re so dirty under that pure, clean exterior.”
Josh pushed my shoulders forward. I took two steps and then something hit me about the waist. I resisted but Josh kept pushing me forward. I ended up laying on a table, bent over at the waist. I could feel the grime from the dirty table against my cheek. I tried to back away but Josh pushed me forward, keeping me against the table. All I could think about what that Josh was ruining my pretty white dress. Until he lifted my skirt…
Josh pulled my dress up over my ass and then he lifted my right leg and rested my knee on top of the filthy table.
With his left hand pressing into the middle of my back he said, “This is how I always imagined you. A dirty whore. With your legs spread and your pussy out there for all to see.”
The words didn’t anger me or make me feel guilty. Instead, they made me wet.
“I wonder if I can taste the other mens cocks that have fucked you,” he said as he knelt down.
That just made me even wetter, and when his warm mouth started to kiss my pussy lips, I became even wetter. His movements were rough and aggressive. This wasn’t the soft love making that Josh and I had shared on many romantic nights. This was a man who needed my hot, wet pussy, and he was going to take it very soon.
And I loved it.
His mouth found my throbbing clit and he sucked on it hard, making me gasp. His tongue flicked my clit as he sucked and it made me weak in the knees and my left knee started to buckle. Josh’s face actually held me up until his left hand shoved my ass up a little, letting me lock my knee again.
I let out a loud moan as Josh buried two fingers into my hot, wet, dirty pussy. Josh had never tried two fingers at once before. He was always so soft and tender. Now he was shoving those fingers in as hard as he could. They continued to probe and wiggle until they were all the way inside of me. I gasped and moaned as he stretched me.
Pumping his fingers in and out of me, he said, “Just as I expected. My perfect little girlfriend loves to be fucked like a dirty whore. Your snatch is soaked.”
Yes, it was. I loved how rough and nasty he was being with me. I let out a groan of pleasure when his fingers started to rub my g-spot. He started to rub my g-spot hard and fast with his fingers. The only sound you could hear in the whole building were my moans and the sound of his fingers plunging in and out of my soggy, finger banged pussy.
My orgasm was building and I let go and relaxed my entire body. Deep inside, I was a dirty whore and I loved that he was finally fucking me like one. I wasn’t the perfect princess that sits there in front of the pastor week in and week out. I was the dirty slut that sucked on cocks in dirty alleys and let guys fuck me in the back seats of their cars. I was the dirty heathen that loved to lick a pussy or have a stranger fuck me after a night of dancing.
I was ready to climax. I was ready to coat my delicious boyfriend’s fingers with my cum…until he yanked them out of me. I grunted in frustration.
Josh yanked back my right leg and it came off the table. He then grabbed a handful of my perfectly brushed and styled hair and pulled it until I stood up off the table. He roughly pulled down the front of my dress and pulled down my bra. He grabbed my naked tits and bit on my nipples.
He then turned me and while holding my arms he put his knee into the back of my leg, causing my knees to buckle. He slowly lowered me to the floor so I could kneel. My left knee slid on some grease and I tried to adjust and find a good spot so I could hold myself up.
Josh’s hands then slowly untied the gag that was in my mouth. He then covered my mouth with his dirty hand. I could feel the grime that was on his hands was covering my face and smearing my makeup. “You’re going to open your mouth like a good little whore, but if you scream, you will never make it home again,” he said. I had no intention of screaming, unless it was from ecstasy.
Josh stood up and walked around in front of me and I heard him unzip his pants.
I opened my mouth and he quickly shoved his hot, thick, shaft all the way into my mouth and the tip rammed into my throat. I immediately gagged. He pulled out just enough for my mouth to fill with spit and bile. He then put his hand on the back of my head and he slid his cock in and out of my mouth over and over again. When I would least expect it, he would thrust in deep, causing me to gag.
The gagging didn’t bother me. The face fucking didn’t bother me. In fact, I wanted more. I loved being his dirty little whore.
Josh then started to grunt. I had only heard him grunt like that once before. It was when he was really, really turned on and hearing it from him now gave me the satisfaction of knowing I was pleasing his big cock.
He pulled out of my mouth and gave me a shove to my left side. I couldn’t hold myself up and I landed hard on my side. I was trying to catch my breath when Josh grabbed me firmly by the hips and moved me into position. I was a rag doll in his strong hangs, moving wherever he wanted me. I didn’t have the strength or the balance to do anything but obey anyway.
Josh pulled my hips up and made sure my face stayed on the floor. I suddenly realized we had never had sex doggie-style before! He always said he loved being face to face with me and he always appreciated how intimate that position was.
With my face on the cold, dirty, cement floor, my arms tied behind my back, my breasts out in the open, my pussy fully exposed…this was anything but intimate.
Josh put left hand on my left hip, put the tip of his cock between my pussy lips, grabbed my right hip with his right hand, gripped my hips tight, and he thrust into me as hard as he possibly could.
“Oh fuck!” I screamed. The words echoing off of the metal walls.
“I love it when my pretty princess uses dirty words,” said my sweet little church attender.
“Then fuck my cunt with that huge cock,” I screamed.
He managed to shove his hot cock deep inside me in just two thrusts. It took my breath away and as I was gasping, he started to slam his cock into me hard and fast. My face slid across the floor each time that huge dick crashed into me. My pussy was soaking wet and my toes were curling in my shoes.
I let out moans often. His hot rod felt so, so good as he pumped it in and out of me. His fingers would pull me back onto him and his balls were slapping my clit each time he thrust into me. I could feel him swell inside of me and I wanted that hot cum deep, deep inside me.
I whimpered when he pulled out.
“Please?” was all I could say.
I was mad that he was standing up. I was mad that he wasn’t going to relieve himself and let his cum shoot into me.
Josh pulled my feet backward and my torso landed on the floor with a thud, nearly knocking the wind out of me. I then felt something being drizzled all over my ass. Was it car oil?
Josh straddled me and rubbed his cock into the oil or lube that he put on my ass. He then placed the tip of his cock onto my asshole.
“Joshy, wait,” I said. We had never done anal before and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it.
He pushed my face down with his hand, making sure to smear more grime all over me. “You’ll take it up your filthy ass, because that’s what dirty sluts do.”
I let out a moan as Josh started to slide the tip of his cock into my ass. I resisted at first and he just kept pressing that hot tip me. I finally relaxed just a little and the tip of his cock slid into my tight asshole. I let out a yelp. He continued to slowly shove himself into my tight ass, moving side to side and thrusting and grinding in and out until he was all the way in.
It fucking hurt. A lot!
He slowly started to slid in and out of my ass. My screams echoed off the metal walls as the pleasure mixed with pain. Josh started to pump faster and harder as I became more relaxed. The grunts returned and he leaned forward and pressed down on my head as he fucked my tight little ass. He pumped hard and faster and deeper. The pain was so intense that I started to hold my breath, and then I’d let out these roars when I would finally inhale. My body started to shake. I wanted to cum. The new sensation was more than enough to send me over the edge, even though the pain.
“Cum in my dirty ass Josh. Cum deep in my ass,” I managed to say though my gasps and squeals.
Josh put both hands on my shoulders and started to fuck my ass hard. I bent my legs, instinctively. His shaft was plunging in and out of me as fast he could go.
His grunts started to increase in frequency and the pitch started to get higher and higher. I knew my sore ass would have relief soon. I knew he was close.
He pulled his dick out of my ass and jumped up and stood over me.
“Turn over!” he yelled.
As I rolled over, Josh let out a final yell and his cum shot all over me. A little on my breast, a little on my legs, a little on my face. It was everywhere. It felt like more cum than usual!
He then knelt down on one knee, and while he stroked his rapidly shrinking cock with his right hand, his left hand smeared his cum all over my face and chest. He made sure to rub it in wherever he could find it on me.
We sat there, panting. I wondered if he would take off the blindfold now, but he didn’t. After fifteen minutes or so, he slowly got himself up all off the floor. I’m not sure what he did but then he zipped up his pants. I assume he was cleaning himself off. He then yanked me up off the floor and started to push me forward again. We walked back to the door and Josh opened it, walked me right to his car, and shoved me in the back seat. He left the top of my dress down and pulled up over my ass at the bottom, but he did put on my seat belt. Sort of.
I was still hot from the sex and the cold leather seat against my skin made me shiver. Josh finally got into the car and he turned the key and he drove away.
But here is the amazing part. When we arrived home, he covered me up with a blanket and he carried me up the stairs. We went into my apartment and he untied me, and undressed me. He took me the bathroom and started a bubble bath for me. He spent the next hour washing my entire body, and then he washed my hair. It was the most sensual and sexy bath I have ever had.
He carried me to bed and we made love twice. It was sensual and romantic and tender and comforting.
So he is asleep and I am wide awake, my head still spinning from the fear and lust. I didn’t mean for this email to get so long. I was just going to email you to see if you wanted to go shopping soon…
I really want to get another white dress. I really want Josh to get me dirty again…
