The Mammoth Book of Women's Erotic Fantasies (40 page)

“I’m not obsessing. I’m just curious. Don’t you think it’s strange, her spending all those weekends away and not telling me anything.”

“I think you’re strange. She doesn’t have to tell you anything. You’re not her mother. Don’t bug her about it. It’s her own business. I’ve got another
call. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” she said hanging up.

I rolled over burying my face in the pillow. I didn’t care what she said. I wanted to know what she was up to. Many thoughts and scenarios rushed through my mind. I lay there thinking
hard, wondering where she was and what she was up to.

I imagined that I’d followed her out, watched as she ran down the steps, her long hair trailing after her. She’d hop into a cab and her coat would ride up so I’d be able to see
the tops of her stockings. Stockings meant suspenders and suspenders meant no ugly panty hose.

I’d keep my distance as the taxi sped through the quiet streets. It would stop in a seedy part of town where there were old warehouses. I’d cut my lights and idle along, just like in
the movies. When she knocks on a door someone wearing a dark robe will answer it.

I can’t see what the person looks like as the light from inside the room shadows his face. She slips inside and I’m left to wonder what to do next. I decide to cruise by slowly; my
lights still off and park just around the corner of the building.

What would happen next?

Faint music would be coming from inside. There are windows but they are too high for me to see into. Skirting around the back I’d find an old milk crate. I take it with me back to a window
and balance carefully on it. I’m able to peer inside, just between the crack of the curtain.

This room is a dining room. A huge wooden table dominates the room with large ornate chairs that could seat about twenty people. Nothing at all mysterious about this room, quite boring actually
and then I see someone walk past the room so I’d pull back on instinct, become more interested and grab my crate and go to the other side.

Can’t have my fantasy too boring. I’d have to make it more exciting.

This room would be nothing like the other. This one is decked out with what looks like thick and luxurious carpet, with deep mahogany furniture and plush red velvet covers. There is a huge
chair, more like a throne, placed at the centre of one of the walls. Small tables and armchairs are scattered about the room.

Large wooden posts are attached to the ceiling at the same end as the throne and there is a crate or cage with wooden bars nearby, an array of whips adorn the wall and in a glass cabinet I spy
dildos, vibrators and other interesting toys.

Yes, that gives it a definite intriguing atmosphere.

Voices alert me to the doorway. Sheila is leading the way, wearing a long purple robe. As she walks the gown parts and underneath I see she is still wearing the sexy teddy and definitely
stockings and suspenders. Her hair is draped around her like a shawl. Even from this distance I’ll be able to see she has her face beautifully made up and as she heads for the throne, others
will enter the room. All will be women.

Sheila will be the only one in purple. She’ll stand out, look special. Some will have black, some red and two girls will sit at Sheila’s feet wearing white tunics, white see-through
tunics. I’ll peer harder, nearly topple off the crate to see if either of them are wearing underwear.

They won’t! Dark nipples will stand out like beacons as the girls cross their legs to sit on the floor. Most of the armchairs will be taken up. Waitresses, dressed only in a short apron
and nothing else, their breasts swaying as they walk, will enter as well as two men wearing tight leather pants and no shirts. They’ll stand on either side of the girls who are at
Sheila’s feet, their arms crossed, muscles flexed.

My pussy throbs as I plan which way to go from here.

I’d be intrigued for many reasons. Firstly, that Sheila would be the head of anything as she is normally such a mouse. Secondly, that women would dominate this room. They’d have to
be part of some sort of association, which definitely has nothing to do with the library association. Thirdly, naked female waitresses will serve drinks to women who slap them on the arse or
pinched their breasts. They’ll be so submissive that they show no reaction.

My hand steals down to my pussy and I feel the heat emancipating from there and I smile. This is the randiest I’ve felt for ages.

I can’t hear what is being said, the walls would obviously be sound proofed to keep away nosy people like me and I can’t even imagine what they would say anyway. The two men will
walk from the room and minutes later come back, both holding the arm of a beautiful young woman who they stand in front of Sheila.

I
need to add some drama to this.

Some sort of heated argument will ensue and their body language will be tense. The woman will struggle to move away but the men will hold her firmly in their grasp. Sheila will approach the
woman, look her up and down as though she is for sale. One of the girls who had been at her feet will hand her a cushion. Something will be resting on it.

It will be a knife.

Sheila will run the blunt edge of the knife down the side of the girl’s face, over her neck and the swell of her breasts. Then down and under her shirt where with one quick upward motion
she’ll slice off the buttons and the shirt will fall open. The two men will rip it from her arms and discarded it onto the floor.

I
really should get into this sort of stuff; it’s definitely a turn on.

Now they’ll hold her arms more firmly as she begins to struggle. I’ll watch, mesmerized, as the knife moves under her bra straps and slices through them. Her bra will fall forward,
exposing a luscious pair of breasts. Now Sheila will trace the knife around her nipples before lowering her head to suck one into her mouth.

She’ll laugh while the girl struggles against the men. One of the girls in the white tunic will remove the woman’s skirt until she is standing in only her panties and cut up bra. Her
gorgeous breasts will be heaving as she continues to struggle.

Sheila will place the tip of the blade at the edge of her panties and slowly inch its way down to the crotch. She’ll rip her panties off and with a quick slice into the centre of the bra
the woman will stand before her naked.

The woman’s body is beautiful. She has dark black hair that hangs over her face as she continues to struggle with the men. Her pubic hair is also dark and stands out against her pale white
skin. She’ll have a perky arse and long muscular legs.

If this fantasy was real I’d want to go in there and throw myself into the woman’s pussy. With all those other women in the room watching me I’d let them rip off my clothes
and have their way with me. That scenario will be for another fantasy, though.

I’d be so hot watching that I’d carefully slip out of my panties and quickly stuff them into my bag. I’d run my hand over my mound and pussy before sliding a finger into my wet
slit. That would feel so good. I’d throw my bag over my back to allow me the use of both hands as I pull back the hood of my clit, smearing some of my juices over it and begin to gently rub
it.

My attention will be drawn back to the activities at hand and while fingering myself I’d watch as they lashed her to something on the floor. A waitress is on her knees in front of a woman
whose black robe is open, revealing her nakedness underneath. The woman slings one leg over the arm of the chair and the waitress will use a vibrator to stimulate her. Then she’ll lower her
head; her tongue will flicker out to lick her. The woman will grab the back of her head and draw her in closer, before collapsing back on the chair to enjoy.

While this is going on the two guys will hoist their captive up to what looks like a rack after they have already spreadeagled and tied her to it. They hook the pulley ropes to one of the
pillars and then move away.

Sheila will walk around her to admire her body, her fingers trailing over her skin. She’ll have a small whip in her hand, and she’ll stand in front of the girl, smacking it into the
palm of her other hand as though to frighten her. Something is being said but I’ll have no idea what. Then she’ll lash at the girl’s breasts while she begs for her to stop.

This is turning me on. I smear my juices over my clit and rub hard, enjoying the rawness of it all. I’d never been whipped or spanked, well not like that, and I’m finding it quite
a turn on, imagining what it would feel like.

Sheila will continue to whip the girl and I will see faint welts rising over her body before she falls to the floor in front of the girl and begins to lick her and I’ll be so turned on
just by thinking how my mousy flatmate would be into this sort of thing as I balance precariously on the crate.

Her tongue will roam over the girl’s body before she stands and retrieves the whip. She’ll take the handle and probe it into her pussy and I’ll watch, licking my lips, as she
inches it in and then begins to fuck her with it. This will all be too much for me and my juices will run down the inside of my thigh.

Now all the women in the black robes rise and come towards the girl on the rack. Their hands will be all over her, pawing at her breasts, fingers in her pussy and her hole, mouths licking every
part of her. The men will not move from their position and from what I can see they certainly won’t have hard ons. I’ll assume them to be gay! How could you not be turned on by that
display?

I can’t see much; their bodies will block my view. I’d be so turned on that I’d lean my back against the wall and rub my clit harder, bring on a powerful orgasm and secretively
hope that someone is watching me. I’d be as horny as hell. I’d want to see my girlfriend Louise but would be hesitant to leave.

An approaching car will make the decision for me. I’d jump from the crate and hide around the back. The car will drive past though, not even slow down. I’d be pretty sure that this
is where Sheila has been going every Friday night and know I can always come back every Friday night to watch. I’d need some relief so I run back to my car to visit Louise.

The desire to be fucked and the thought of Louise wearing her big black dildo has me driving like a maniac. I don’t tell her what I’ve witnessed but Louise is wondering why I’m
so randy when I practically tear her clothes from her and demanded a good fucking.

The thought of fucking Louise right now nearly has me putting a stop to this fantasy but I want to continue on, to play it out to the end.

We’d spend the night and the next day locked in each other’s arms but I make sure I’ll be home early Saturday night so I’ll be fresh for Sunday morning. I’ll
confront Sheila about her sexuality and I’ll definitely want to see her naked so I’ll have to come up with a plan.

I’d be nervous. Butterflies would flutter around my stomach as I bathe and make myself up. I wouldn’t be quite sure how to go about it, and by the time Sheila does come home the
thought of ravishing her body will be the only thing on my mind.

“Have a nice weekend?” I’d ask as she tries to sneak in.

“Oh, you’re up,” she’d say, stating the obvious.

“Yeah. Thought I’d get up early and welcome you home,” I’d say.

“Why?” she’d ask.

I’d rise from the couch and walk towards her. Her eyes would be open wide, her tongue licking at her beautiful full lips. I’d lift my hand and release the clasp from her hair. It
would fall around her shoulders and I’d remove her glasses and place them on the table. Slowly I’d unbutton her coat, slip it down her arms to reveal her sexy teddy that she’d
still be wearing.

She’d stand there breathing hard as I soak in her beauty. I’d run my hand down the side of her face and grab the nape of her neck. I’d pull her back by the hair and kiss the
hollow of her throat. She’d reward me with a low moan of pleasure.

My tongue will seek out a nipple as I pull her hair back harder. I’d flicker my tongue around draw it into my mouth to suck on as my fingers roam her abdomen; her mound, and then I’d
cup her pussy.

She’d grab at me, pull me into her body as her tongue kisses my mouth with such passion. My hands will be all over her, pulling at her stockings, tearing them in the process, while I try
to undo her teddy. She’ll laugh, push me away from her, and wiggle her way out of it.

She’ll stand there before me only in her ripped stockings and stilettos. I’ll lay her down on the white couch, her dark skin standing out beautifully against it. I’d run my
hands over her body, cup her beautiful breasts, lick at her dark nipples, smother myself into her cleavage before my hands go down further, into her kinky pubic hair and down to her slit.

I’d open her up like a flower, her outer lips will be like soft petals, her scent intoxicating as my nose nuzzles against her clit. Her hands will massage my scalp, pull me closer to her
as the tip of my tongue runs over a stud that will be pierced through her clit.

Her long legs will wrap themselves around my head, crushing me while I devour her. I’ll pull back to feast my eyes on her while I quickly slip out of my own clothes. I’d lie on top
of her in the 69 position, my legs straddling her head.

I
quickly remove my clothing so I can touch myself, massage my breasts, finger myself while I think about what I’d do to her if she was really here in my bed with me.

I’d be fascinated by the colour of her dark skin and hair against my own light complexion and blonde hair. My hair would fall over her mound and for a moment the contrast of our colours
would hypnotise me. She would pull at my hips, try to drag me down. Her scent will waft up to me, awaken me and I will ground my face into her, allow her juices to smear over my cheeks, lips, chin
and mouth.

We’d ravish each other, pleasing, as only women know how. Later we’d lie on the couch locked in each other’s arms.

“How did you know?” she’d ask.

“I didn’t,” I’d lie.

“I didn’t want you to know,” she’d say.

“Why?” I’d ask.