BDSM Fantasy Story – Coat Check
by Liisa Lash
We walk into the restaurant, one of many we have been to, another night, much the same as all the others. Our dinner conversation, as always, revolves around the happenings in your office and our kids lives. My life, of lack thereof, forgotten. After some wine and salad one of your customers stops by to say hello and question the new compressor or some such thing in the newest model of whatever. Time for me to stretch my legs andsneak a smoke in the ladies room.
My forbidden cigarettes are in my coat, and as is my luck, the coat check girl is nowhere to be found. I go in to find my coat and am lost in a sea of leather and wool. There it is, all the way in back, a small table thrown in the corner to hinder my progress. I get out one cigarette and some matches and stumble backwards my heel catching in something. I fall into him. His hands, strong on my arms, catching and steadying me at the same time. He is very tall and feels like a wall behind me. His hands stroke my arms down to my hands, fingers entwined, he wraps his arms, and mine, around me pulling me back into him. Hot breath against my ear as his voice whispers “not a sound”.
Fingers stroke my cheek and lips as soft kisses find my neck. He pulls a scarf from a coat and places it over my eyes and ties it behind my head as he whispers “shhhhh”. I am pinned between the table and this erotic stranger, intoxicated by his scent, terrified by the unknown, yet hungry for more. His hands explore the lines of my body, each curve, making me press against him, guiding his search. Excitement builds within me, my heart beating frantically, wildly, as this stranger arouses my every sense. His fingers brush my collarbone and trace a line down my chest to unbutton my blouse, each nerve set afire by his touch. My bra’s front clasp is undone and my breasts are set free. My nipples are hard points and feel as though my skin will burst. Your touch sends electricity through me as you pinch and pull on my hard nubs. Your hands glide down my sides, over my hips, along my thighs and pull my short shirt up, all the way to my waist, your fingers tracing my legs, thigh highs and I feel your smile against my neck as you find my flesh. I moan softly as you find the top of my panties, easing them down, wetness spreading between my thighs.
You kneel behind me as you remove my panties, your fingers everywhere stroking me as you stand. “We must be quiet” you say as you put my panties in my mouth after you inhale their scent deeply. You bring my wrists behind my back easily holding them together in one hand as your knee forces my legs wide apart and you bend me over the table. I whimper as your free hand caresses my ass and thighs teasing me, driving me wild. Bound, gagged and blindfolded I have no way to beg you to take me, and so, doing the only thing I can, I press my ass back to you and feel your hardness wanting me too. Your fingers brush against my lips, so swollen and long, as you part them my juice runs to your fingertips and you play and tease me more. My clit screaming for attention is left alone as your fingers enter my aching pussy, slowly fucking me. Then your pull them out, soaked and draw my wetness back to my tight anus. Rubbing and circling my tight hole you enter me, as I push back, wanting more.
Lost in a world of senses, I suddenly feel the smooth head of your cock rubbing my pussy, wetting itself. Back and forth you tease me, pussy to ass, ass to pussy, not entering me, driving me wild. When I think I can stand it no longer, you suddenly reach around and grab my pussy hard in your hand, and force your cock deep in my ass. Harder and harder you stroke, your cock impossibly hard, fucking me deeper than I have ever been fucked. Your palm grinding against my clit, your hand filling with my sweet cunt juice. I cum hard. My hips out of control, spasming, you pump my ass harder and I feel your balls, slapping my pussy, tighten and you erupt deep within me. Pumping your white hot cum inside me, filling me. You remove the panties from my mouth, your finger presses my lips to keep them silent. You wipe my pussy with my panties, for you to keep you say, and present your hand for me to clean. I lick your hand clean, savoring the taste of my pussy there.
You release my wrists, help me to stand, and straighten my skirt. “You are wonderful, pet” you say as you leave. I pull the scarf from my eyes and leave the room as the coat check girl returns. She asks if I need assistance as my eyes roam looking for my stranger. There are men everywhere, which one is he, I wonder. I see my husband at our table, still talking, his eyes find me and beg me to save him. I return to our table, cum dripping out of me and down my thighs, as I re-enter the world of tee ball practices and boring company happenings.