Dial-A-Fantasy – When I’m 64

Maria sighed as she lay on the couch, resting her head on her hand as she read the Jilly Cooper novel. Since her retirement, and the passing of her husband, each day seemed to be a drag, a long descent into night, and today was proving no different.

Even dressing in a new way – a way she had never dared to dress when her husband was alive – did not seem to lift her ennui. She was wearing a white crochet top, knotted at the front at her breasts, and tight white leggings – and nothing else, if you don’t count her tortoise shell glasses and earrings.

The one bright spot, the one thing she looked forward to, was the daily afternoon coffee with Beryl. It was Beryl who had suggested Maria try this new approach – her next door neighbour, she had moved in a few weeks ago, and although she was also recently widowed she was a much freer spirit.

“Oh this is ridiculous,” she finally said as she threw the book on the floor, and stood up, stretching before she turned and looked out of the window. How long was this going to go on for?

“Good morning Maria. Do not look round, do not make any sudden moves – the pressure you feel in your back is from a small, but very real pistol.”

Maria stood stock still as she heard the voice. It was male, and unknown to her, but the pressure was there, as she whispered “What do you want?”

“You – to slowly close the drapes over the window, and then to stand perfectly still.

“Now.”

The note of menace was very real, as Maria slowly reached up and pulled the long red curtains closed, the room becoming semi-dark as she did so.

“Very good – now, slowly, slowly, put your hands behind your back, palm to palm, and interlock your fingers.”

“If it is money you want,” Maria whispered, “I can give you money.”

“I asked you to do something, Maria – please, do not start to disobey me now.”

Swallowing, Maria nodded as she moved her hands behind her, feeling the pressure ease on her back before a pair of strong hands made sure her palms were pressed together. To her surprise, however, the next thing she felt was the way her elbows were drawn together, some form of rope rubbing on her arms as they were forced to touch while the bands got tighter and tighter.

“Oh my god,” she whispered as she looked down, seeing her chest forced out, “what are you doing?”

“You will see,” the voice said quietly as she felt rope between her arms, and then the same sensation as her wrists were secured together as well. She was helpless in the presence of a man who was holding her at gunpoint, and had made sure her arms were held tightly together behind her back, unable to raise her hands to try and protect herself…

Maria grunted slightly as she whispered “whoever you are, I’m not going to fight you.”

“No – I know you’re not,” he whispered into her ear as he held her in his hands, a shiver running up and down Maria’s spine before she saw the rope going around her, pulled tight under her chest as her arms were forced against her back. It then went around her upper arms, each band getting tighter, each band forcing her chest out so that the white wool was stretched tighter and tighter, her bare flesh visible between the strands and the goosebumps more and more prominent.

She could feel the cold sweat on her body as well, as she said “please, tell me what you want.”

“What do I want?” She heard his whisper in his ear as the bands were pulled together behind her back, and then she saw the leather gloved hands coming round, caressing her breasts as he continued to speak to her.

“I want you to do what I want you to do.”

“and… And what is that?”

She felt his breath in her ear as he said quietly “to be quiet” before his hands gently squeezed her chest, the small electric shocks running through Maria as she felt the pressure. Then there was the touch of his lips on her bare neck as he did this, the kisses continuing in rhythm, in time to the motion of his hands on her.

She wriggled round, wondering why he was doing this, what his intentions were – but with each move, he squeezed tighter, his lips travelling over her neck and shoulders before she felt him untying the front of her top.

“Oh god,” she whispered as he pulled the top to the sides, the cool air hitting her nipples and making them firm up as she felt the fingers tracing over them. She looked down, seeing the black leather gloved hands as they caressed and massaged her, making her feel strange, making her feel – wanted?

Making her feel appreciated?

“Are you enjoying this, Maria?”

“Yes… No… Oh my god, what are you doing?”

“You will see,” the man whispered into her ear as he stopped the massage – only for Maria to feel the ropes as they were tied behind her, and then pulled under one arm, up and around the back of her neck, and then under the other arm, the ropes now encircling and framing her breasts as the massage continued.

“I assure you, Maria, I want only the best for you,” he whispered, and Maria found herself believing him as she closed her eyes, groaning softly at the attention, her fantasies starting to take over in her conscious mind.

She glanced down at the book on the floor – how did he know? How had he…

“OHSWEETJESUS!”

Her attention was grabbed by the sudden pain as she looked down, and saw the metal clamps on her nipples, the chain linking them. The pain was intense, he brining feeling running through her – but then it subsided, as she looked at the man in front of her.

He was tall, muscular, only his eyes and lips visible from the mask that covered his head. He was wearing black – jumper, pants, shoes – but it was the bulge between his legs that took her attention.

“Why did you do that,” she finally panted, watching as he covered the clamps with strips of white tape.

“Because you wanted me to.”

Maria looked at him with a shocked expression, as he doubled over a long length of rope, and then tied it round the bands of rope that framed her chest, pulling it tight between them as she felt them pressing down.

A feeling she was – enjoying?

“What’s going on?”

“Hush,” he whispered as he looked at her, and then let the ropes drop to the floor as he held her head and kissed her lips, then her neck as she closed her eyes and moaned, wriggling round, feeling the way the ropes moved on her bare upper body as he slowly moved down, kissing her breasts, her stomach, and then gently pulling her leggings down before his lips went…

“OH Sweet Lord…”

Maria closed her eyes and groaned, twisting round as he kissed her special place, felt his lips, his tongue, and then wondered what was happening as he moved behind her. She looked down, saw his gloved hand and covered arm between her legs, and then pulled the rope back and up…

“Oh no…”

She felt the ropes between the lips of her clit as he pulled it between them, groaning softly as he pulled the ropes up and tied them round hr chest ropes, before feeling the gentle pressure of his hands on her shoulders and the sound of his voice in her ear.

“Kneel, Maria.”

“Yes,” she whimpered as she knelt down, sensing him behind her as the ropes were pulled back down, and she felt him securing her ankles tightly together. She was truly helpless now, as she realised this was one of her deepest fantasies, one she had only told a very few people…

It was the sound of the zip opening that drew her attention, as she looked at the masked man in front of her, smiling as his member hung in front of him, large, engorged, erect…

“You know what I Want you to do, don’t you?”

“Yes – and if I do…”

HE smiled as he stepped forward and reached behind her, feeling the rope rub between her legs as he moved it, and she gently kissed the cock, then ran her lips up and down it before she opened them and put them over the tip, her tongue licking over it as Maria closed her eyes.

“Keep going.”

Maria nodded as she put her lips over his cock, starting to suck gently as she bobbed her head to and fro, her tongue playing with him as she did so, and she felt him respond, felt in her tongue the throbbing that seemed to intensify with her attentions, and by way of reward she felt the rope rub on her, the shocks running up and down her spine as they moved over one spot in particular.

Beryl let herself in through the back door and walked through the kitchen, wondering what she was hearing as she did so. There was muffled grunting, and moaning, but what was causing that…

Her grey hair was cut short, and she was wearing a brown peasant style blouse, the left shoulder pulled down to reveal the thin red strap of her bra, a decorated red leather belt round her waist. The brown suede skirt was short enough to suit someone a third of her age, while the matching taupe sandals had a three inch heel.

So when she looked in the doorway, and saw the masked man standing in front of her friend, her lips over his cock, her eyes closed and her body tightly bound, that she put her hand over her mouth and said under her breath “oh my god – today? But…”

“Say nothing, just step slowly back, and keep your hands where I can see them.”

The female voice was also a surprise, but Beryl could also feel a sharp point against her back, so she slowly stepped backwards, wondering what was going on.

“Open your mouth as wide as you can.”

As Beryl did this, she felt something being ushed into her mouth, expanding and filling the space as she closed her lips over it. A compressed sponge – and then she felt the tape on her cheek before it was wrapped tightly round her head, muffling her more and more with each pass…

Maria looked to the doorway – had she heard something? But then she felt the jump on her tongue, and felt the fire burning between her legs, as she sucked harder, tasting the salty pre-cum as the masked man said “that’s good – keep going, Maria.”

“Yhshsmhsthrr,” Maria mumble as she licked the engorged member, and then felt the pulse, steeling herself – and then her eyes opening wide as her own body started to shake, the hot salty flow hitting the back of her neck as she felt the flow between her own legs, felt the fire envelop her as she swallowed greedily, feeling a sense of fulfilment long lost as her body glistened with sweat and pleasure.

It seemed to last forever, the flow down her throat and her own body shaking, before eventually she took her head back, gasping as a thin white line ran down from the corner of her mouth. She saw him wipe his cock with a white cloth, which he then used to wipe her own chin – and then pushed into her own mouth, the taste so wonderful as she nodded and closed her lips over it.

“Do you need this?”

The female voice took Maria by surprise, as she stood in the doorway and saw the masked woman, clad in black – and Beryl by her side, the lower half of her head wrapped in a white band, and bands of white rope round her upper arms and body, her hands behind her back.

“Thank you,” the man said as he caught the roll of white tape she threw over, and then tore a long strip off, smoothing it down over Maria’s mouth so that it formed to the contours of her jaw, and then he laid her on her side, her leggings down over her bound ankles, her otherwise naked body glistening in the dim light.

“Bhttt… Bhtwhhh…” Her words were soft and muffled, and then she groaned as he took a small white lozenge, pressed it on the sides, and then slipped it under the crotch rope, Maria feeling the vibrations inside her as she closed her eyes and groaned.

Beryl could only watch, wriggling her fingers behind her back where her wrists had been tightly bound, her eyes fixed on Maria as the masked man walked over, and took the knife from the masked woman who had tied her up. He smiled as he unfastened her belt and removed it, and then cut through the front of her blouse, pulling it off and ripping the sleeves as he removed it, the ropes now framing the red bra.

A bra he cut away as well, her breasts now exposed as he looked into her eyes, and nodded slowly. “Oh we know about you as well,” he whispered before she saw the thin arms coming round her, felt the delicate touch on her nipples and breasts before the masked woman caressed her chest, squeezing gently as she was pressed against the other body.

Maria watched as the man turned and smiled at her, and then stood back as the masked woman did to Beryl what he had done to her, her friend’s eyes closing as she groaned and her body responded to the attention that were being paid to it.

And she was responding – how often had she dreamt of someone else doing this to her, knowing it was never going to happen? It was as if…

Her eyes opened wide as her breasts were firmly squeezed, and she sank to her knees, groaning softly as her skirt was unzipped and fell to the ground, and she felt one hand continuing to caress and play with her bare chest, the other hand moving down and slipping between her legs as she suddenly realised how damp she was down there…

“HSwthhttlhrddd…”

Her body was shaking now, as she was made to lie on her back, looking up as the masked woman bent her left leg, and bound her ankle tightly to her thigh, making sure the rope went around and between her limb as she heard Maria groan loudly, and saw her prone body starting to shake as well. She understood, she knew what was happening – and strangely, she was happy for her as she felt her right leg being bound in the same way, and then her legs were spread as the masked woman knelt between them her gloved finger stroking slowly up her damp clit, and then slipping inside her as Beryl groaned.

“I have a very special surprise for you.”

Beryl watched as the masked man handed her assailant a large dildo with a leather belt attached to it, and she saw the woman fasten it round her, smiling as she said “this is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Hghhddyhsss…”

“Then prepare yourself,” she whispered as she positioned herself, and then slipped inside Beryl, the helpless woman gripping the device as it moved smoothly in – and then she felt the vibrations running through her as well, an added pleasure as the woman started to move to and fro, and Beryl moved in time with her, thrusting up as she thrust down.

It was pure ecstasy, as her body responded and she started to shake, trying to hold on, trying to make it last as long as possible…

But in the end, it was useless, as her body shook and she screamed into the sponge and tape, feeling the orgasm as the masked woman smiled down on her, wondering why it had been so long, how long it was going to last…

Eventually, however, she collapsed back onto the floor, sweaty, glistening, happy as she watched the woman remove the device from her waist, and hand it to the masked man.

“There – isn’t that better,” he said as he looked at both women, and then put the dildo away, taking out instead two small silver boxes and placing them next to Maria and Beryl as they lay there, Beryl rolling onto her side. She saw the clock on the side of the box, slowly counting down as the two masked intruders left.

“Uhddhhtdhdhdnhtuh?”

Beryl looked over at Maria as her body started to shake again, and slowly nodded before she said “bhhtsshdhduh, yhs?”

Maria nodded as well. They had both seen the advert, both laughed about it – but the only person that had told their deepest fantasies to were each other, and now that was what had happened.

Which mean they both dialled that number, but for each other…

So all they could do was trust they were telling the truth about a way out being left, and then they would talk…

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