No! No, no, no, no! Where had that sound come from? Why did she moan? She couldn’t be enjoying this! It wasn’t possible!!! No, no! She would give him the wrong impression. That she wanted this. She didn’t. Oh Lord! Was that his tongue? Oh Lord! How was he doing that? The sensations that came from her little nubbin, half pain, half pleasure. All she wanted to do was curl up and make it stop! She couldn’t, he’d made sure of that. So she lifted herself, reaching for him instead. Reaching for that delicious pain that begun at her centre, travelled all the way through her body and returned, more intense than when it left. A pleasure unlike any she’d felt before. She was half blind when she felt him enter her. One finger, then two. He knew just where to touch. Her body convulsed, her breath came in shallow gasps now. His fingers went in and out of her then curved upwards to caress that sensitive spot just after her entrance. One, two, three strokes and her world went black. Then blindingly white. Colours came after. Some she never knew existed. He legs felt warm and fluid. Her heart stopped. Her brain turned into mush and her pussy, oh how it tingled! When she came out of her orgasmic mini black out, it was to find him bone deep in her, groins touching and rubbing against each other. “Oh Lord!” She thought! Let him have protection! “Condoms” she mumbled against the sock in her mouth, staring at the table next to her bed into her goodies’ jar. It held all sorts of exotic latex, in all flavours available in the market and others. Some were even glow in the dark! Had he seen it? Had he thought to sheath himself first? He moved inside her and all the questions disappeared. He was leaning straight into her and in that position, with every movement, his groin rubbed against her increasingly sensitive button in the most delicious way! He was driving her crazy, this masked stranger. How could she fight when he turned her muscles into jelly with every touch? The only movement she could make was upwards to meet his thrusts. God! His dick fit so perfectly into her it was as if its mold had been cast in her vagina! He was panting now, on top of her, breathing heavily into her ear. Every breath teasing and caressing her earlobe, sent shivers down her spine to settle finally in that special place his hard dick touched with every movement in and out. He was magic and suddenly all she wanted was his lips on hers! How did he taste, her stranger? Did he still taste of her after the generous licking from before? She wanted, nay, needed, that tongue in her mouth. To suck, nibble on and dance an exotic dance with her own. “Kiss me.” She thought, “Kiss me!” Desperately trying to channel the idea through her skull and into his. They must have been telepathically linked because he turned towards her and took her lips onto his and took out the sock with his teeth. His eyes within the mask were pleading with her not to scream. How could she though, when he was still moving within her causing the most glorious of sensations to course through her entire being? The sock was out and she moaned. That moan, long and deep, had been trapped in her throat since his first touch right there, between her legs. She kissed him then. She’d never kissed anyone with such wantonness. He’d invoked a passion within her none ever had before. With that kiss, she submitted herself fully to him. She was his to do with as he pleased. Her tongue wrestled with his, each wanting to be first to explore the other’s mouth. He was inside her. She was inside him. Suddenly they were one, his body just an extension of hers, his pleasure coming from pleasing her and hers from eliciting sudden gasps in him with little contractions of her pussy muscles. Their bodies were so intertwined in that moment that they breathed as one. They didn’t have to break apart to catch a breath. He drew air from her lips, straight through her nose. And she did the same. It wasn’t long after this that their bodies begun to sing with pleasure. The tune building up into a powerful crescendo. Their organ orchestra so well balanced every hair on their on their bodies stood in silent applause. She screamed into his mouth when she climaxed. The violent shaking of her body, the shudders and shivers, shook the cum out of him in a sudden burst of light and colour, it was as if fireworks had gone off behind his eyelids. She kept on squeezing with her pussy until she was sure she’d milked him dry. He collapsed next to her after uncuffing her trembling limbs from the bed. The metal had cut into her skin a little from her struggling and he kissed each graze tenderly as he released her. She smiled warmly at him when he did this, then moved closer to him. She had her head on his chest, arm wrapped around his torso when she drifted off into sleep. Her final thought, “Is he handsome, under that mask?” She was alone when she woke up, naked, under her duvet. She was a little groggy but she remembered bits and fragments. Was it all a dream? The mild ache on her hands and ankles, and the empty throbbing of her satisfied cookie reassured her it wasn’t. She went back to sleep.