Unspoken Pleasure

“Naw, you don’t have to try I’d say,” he looked around the freshly moved-in bachelorette’s apartment, “I suppose your boyfriend will be bringing over his stuff pretty soon, eh?”

“Boyfriend? Ha! Haven’t had one of those for awhile,” Tara said, with just a hint of bitterness. Sex was so hard to come by since her last boyfriend, and her fantasies could only go so far to satisfy her. “Maybe you can ask your girlfriend to find me one, hmm?”

Roy laughed, “No girlfriends for me. I like to keep things pretty simple, and not just any girl will do. But you should be having tons of guys falling over themselves trying to get to you!”

Tara shook her head, “Mm-mm. Maybe none of them are brave enough to just come and get me.”

“Oh, don’t be too sure,” Roy said, “I’m sure someone is going to catch you fairly soon, Tara.”

Tara smiled – she was hoping he would ask for her number, but she heard the thumping steps in the hallway again.

“Looks like they’ve got your bed. I should probably go help them – they’ll get cranky if I don’t.” Tara opened her mouth but Roy dashed out the door before she could say anything. “Damn,” she huffed, smoothing out her skirt for the second time that night.

The three men entered Tara’s apartment carrying her great bed between them and trudged into Tara’s bedroom. She followed after, eager to see the burly men working for her again. They grunted and strained, muscles tensing and rippling, all for little Tara’s benefit… The thought made her rub her legs together – she stepped behind her large bed sheet box as she felt herself getting hot again.

They positioned the bed with a loud thump. Somehow they were able to bring the large bed all up in one piece, a feat which further impressed Tara. All three men left the room again, Roy giving her a final sidelong glance as he walked out the door. She looked on, not wanting them to be leaving so soon, and pulled her black sheets from the box.

“God…” She breathed, reveling in how those men hoisted her huge bed into her apartment, along with all her other things. Soon her dark sheets were lain out over the bed, as well as her pillows – A soft black island in a pale white room. Tara heard front door close firmly and heavy familiar footsteps thumped through into her living room. They were discussing something in their low voices, Roy’s more boyish-tone distinct from the deeper tones of his associates. “Oh, they’ll be put to better use than moving my stuff soon enough”, she thought, rubbing her legs together, “if only just for me and my little toy…”

She sat at the foot of her bed and her mind wandered. Her mind flashed with short visions of hot and heavy sex, of strong men forcing her against her soft sheets, pressing her face into the pillows as they took their turns fucking her long and hard. Big strong men, like the ones in her living room right then… The movers were surely not helping her get over her horniness, and Tara felt like if she didn’t get some relief soon she might very well make her fantasies a reality. Her hand crept up her inner thigh, wishing somehow she would get more than just fantasies tonight…

There was a polite, deep cough at the open bedroom door. Tara jumped to her feet, noticing only now that the movers had stopped talking. They stood inside her bedroom’s doorway, Roy in front with arms crossed. They were grinning as she hastily straightened out her skirt, a blush crossing her face.

“All moved in, Tara,” Roy announced, and Tara nodded quickly.

“T-thanks guys, you helped me out a lot!” Tara said, wondering if they had seen her hand under her skirt.

“Now, about our payment…” Roy said.

“Oh, right…” Tara said, “Let me just get my checkbook…” She stepped towards the doorway somewhat slowly. She was beginning to think of ways to keep them around – invite them to stay for coffee, or to move in just one more piece of furniture that she hadn’t quite bought yet, or –

But Tara didn’t have the chance to think. The door slammed shut before she got there.

“Not that kind of payment, Tara.”

She stopped. “Um, do… do you guys only take cash then?”

This time they all laughed – strong hearty laughs. “Oh no, we’re not going to take money from you, Tara.” Roy said, stepping forward, “I discussed it with my boys, and we all agreed that we’ll be taking something else tonight…”

Tara felt very small before the wall of muscle-bound men, “W-what will you take then?” She asked, backing up slightly. There was nowhere to go. A knowing chill ran up her spine. Roy grinned.

“You.”

The men were on Tara in an instant – their strong hands grabbing her arms, roving up her legs, fondling her breasts. She couldn’t even let out a yelp– her lungs were paralyzed around her terror-chilled heart. The men pawed her inner thighs, over her taut belly, down her back, up her neck, around her breasts – petting her whole transfixed body through her clothes.

“Oh god! What are they doing!?” Tara panicked. Their hands were so hot, and they pinched her ass and grabbed her breasts so forcefully, so eagerly. Tara tried to cross her legs, but powerful fingers pried between her tightened thighs anyway.

“Stop!” Tara cried out, “Get off me!”

Her protest fell on deaf ears. They boys had found their new toy. Roy spoke behind her, his chest pressing against her back.

“I told you Tara, I don’t settle for just any girl. And it seems like you do want this…” She felt his hand slide up her thigh till it disappeared under her skirt. She jumped as his hot fingers ran across her hot, moist thong.

His chuckle reverberated through Tara’s light frame, “I think you want this more than you’re ready to admit!” He stroked along her wanting slit, and Tara’s knees nearly buckled as she let out an involuntary moan.

“N-no! Get away from me!” Tara began to struggle, to break free from the groping men. But they were too strong for her, and it goaded them on. They lifted Tara’s arms up and peeled off her t-shirt. Her skirt slid down her legs and pooled on the floor. Tara stood between them, only her lacy bra and pink thong to protect her. Their rough hands touched bare skin as she vainly tried to cover up and push them away.

Roy’s voice played in her ear. “It’s been awhile since we had an employer as sexy as you, Tara…” A hand grabbed her bare ass as another grasped one of her laced breasts, “or as ready to get fucked. We’re pretty pent up, you know…” With a click, her bra went slack and fell to the ground. Roy cupped her bare tits from behind before she could cover them herself.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Mmm, that feels so good…” Tara thought, despite her fear. Her alarmed gasp turned into a moan as those rough fingers toyed with her hardening nipples… “NO!” she back-thought, “What am I thinking!? I won’t let them rape me!!” Her heart pounded in her chest, but she couldn’t tell if it was from terror, or excitement.

“You’re not going to fuck me, Roy!” She yelled, her heart jolting at the thought of Roy and the men taking her. She redoubled her struggle, trying to land a kick on the men holding her. They simply pressed closer.

“But of course I am, Tara. We all are…” The foreman replied as more rough fingers slid under her minute throng strings. The fabric clung to her sex before peeling away and dropping to the ground at her kicking feet. The three men felt in turn between her legs. Tara tried to lock her thighs in vain. No doubt they felt how wet she was getting, she knew. Tara felt her thighs loosening to let their pressing touches in despite herself…