Dangerous Games

"No, sir... you've made a mistake," I said for the thousandth time, and hung up the phone.

My nerves were completely frayed. It all started the moment my husband decided to place an ad in a free newspaper to sell our old car. You might say, what's wrong with that? Nothing at all—unless our phone number got mixed up with another ad!

Yes... you heard right. The idiots at the newspaper, or the printing demon as those bastards who make these mistakes like to say, had printed our phone number in a risqué ad...

But let's take things from the beginning. On the day we were expecting the car ad to be published, we started getting suspicious phone calls. At first, we thought someone had dialed the wrong number. Then, when someone called again and asked us to send over a wild girl, we started thinking it was a prank. But when the calls kept coming, nonstop even at night, we realized something suspicious was going on. So the next morning, we bought the newspaper and checked the ads. We saw that our ad had a different phone number. And when we looked more carefully at the other ads, we saw the worst part: our phone number had been printed in someone else's ad. You might say this isn't so bad. Well, it wouldn't be—unless the ad said:

"Make all your fantasies come true. A wild beauty comes to your place to turn every fantasy into reality. Absolute discretion. Contact number..."

Yes, you guessed it. The contact number was our home phone. Of course, we immediately contacted the newspaper, and after a thousand apologies, they promised the mistake would be corrected in the next issue. But the damage was already done. Various men called all day long, asking for the wild beauty...

The phone rang again. I picked it up, hoping this time it was for me, not for some woman arranging dates.

"Hello?" I said, trying to stay calm.

"Yes... hello, I'd like to book an appointment..." I heard from the other end of the line.

"Fuck, not again!" I thought, and was about to repeat the phrase I'd been saying all day—"You've made a mistake, sir..."—but before I could say anything, he interrupted me.

"First, let me tell you exactly what I want, so you can tell me if it's possible..." he said.

"Alright..." I replied, wondering myself why I didn't just hang up on him immediately.

"Well... I'd like a beautiful girl to come, and as soon as I approve her, to handcuff me to the bed and have wild sex with me. I want something intense, but without going to extremes. Can this be arranged?"

"Handcuff you?" I asked stupidly.

"Yes... it's a fantasy I've had for a while. I don't care how much it costs," he said.

"And when would you like this?" I asked without thinking.

"For tomorrow afternoon at six, if possible. My name is Andreas K... and my address is..."

I wrote down the address without thinking that I didn't actually need it.

"And one more thing... I have the handcuffs and anything else I need. The girl doesn't need to bring anything with her," he said.

"Alright, sir... tomorrow at eight, a girl will come to your place," I said in a professional tone.

I hung up, completely shaken. This man had just asked me to send a woman to fulfill one of my most intense fantasies—one I'd had since I was young but had never dared to act on.

From that moment, I couldn't calm down. It was as if I kept hearing the man's voice describing his fantasy—my fantasy.

The next day, from the moment I woke up, an idea began tormenting me. An idea I couldn't get out of my head no matter what.

The phone interrupted my thoughts. I picked it up absentmindedly.

"Hello?" I said.

"Come on, Maroula..." I heard my husband say.

"Hey..." I replied.

"I'll be late tonight. I'm meeting an old friend to talk about a business collaboration. I've invited him over for dinner the day after tomorrow. Make sure you prepare something..." he said.

"Alright... what time will you be back?"

"Probably after midnight. Don't wait up... go to sleep alone..."

"OK... kisses," I said and hung up.

I looked at the clock. It was almost seven. Without thinking, I went and took a shower, then put on my sexiest black lingerie and a tight black dress.

At eight o'clock, I was ringing the doorbell of the apartment he'd given me the day before.

"My God... what am I doing here?" I thought, waiting for him to open the door, and turned to leave, realizing what I was about to do. But just then, the door opened, and I saw a handsome man looking at me.

"Mr. Andreas K...?" I asked, realizing it was too late to leave.

"The same... you're the girl from the ad?" he asked.

"Yes... may I come in?"

"Of course..." he said, staring at me with admiration.

I stepped inside, and he led me toward the bedroom. The curtains were closed, and the room was lit by a small lamp. I saw a large iron bed and two pairs of handcuffs on the nightstand. Next to the handcuffs, I noticed two boxes of condoms.

I saw him staring at me continuously, and I realized it was time to act.

"Lie down," I said in a firm voice, and he obeyed. I took one pair of handcuffs and fastened it around his wrist, then attached the other end to the iron bed frame. I did the same with the other pair, now leaving him tied up—immobilized.

Then I started undressing him. First his pants, then his boxer shorts.

I noticed his cock was already starting to harden. With one move, I ripped his shirt open, realizing I couldn't take it off otherwise with him tied up like that.

Then I started undressing myself. I took off my dress and, now wearing only my lingerie, climbed on top of him, straddling him, and began caressing and kissing his chest. I licked his chest... his nipples... moving downward. I reached his balls and started sucking them... nibbling on them one by one. I heard him moan and realized he was enjoying it. Then I stood up and took off my bra, then my panties. "Come on... show me your pussy, my hot one..." I heard him say to me in a hoarse voice. Me, riding him with my pussy towards his face and my head towards his cock, I opened my legs in front of his eyes, showing him my pussy. Putting my hand, I opened it with my fingers for him to see better, hearing him let out a groan and seeing his cock completely hard. Extending my hand, I gently took his cock, caressing it, hearing him groan louder. Then I sat on his chest, rubbing my pussy on him and putting my finger in my mouth, I wet it and began to gently touch the tip of his cock. Then, licking my finger again, I rose up a little and in front of his eyes I began to caress my pussy... to rub it... while leaning forward I began to lick the tip of his cock. Taking my finger out of my pussy, I slowly directed it towards the asshole and began to press it inside while continuously licking his cock. Letting out a groan, I began to push the finger in until I put it all inside while at the same time I took his cock deeper into my mouth. I began to put it in and take it out of my mouth in the same rhythm as the finger, faster and faster, hearing him groan louder and louder...

It had been years since I had felt such heat. I wanted to feel this cock inside me... I got up and taking the condom from his nightstand, I put it on. Then turning towards him, I sat on his hard cock and began to move up and down faster and faster... harder and harder while we both groaned loudly until we came...

"So? Are you satisfied?" I asked, taking off his handcuffs.

"Yes... you're good in bed but... you weren't very wild..." he said.

"I'm sorry if I disappointed you, sir...", I said, realizing he was right, "I better go..."

"No, don't leave yet..." he said and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me.

"Let me go... what do you want?" I shouted.

"Shut up... you'll do as I say," he said angrily.

"Yes," I said, frightened by his reaction. He pulled me abruptly by the hand and put the handcuffs, which were still attached to the bed's iron frame, on my left hand. The other he left free...

"So... since you couldn't be my mistress, you'll be my slave..." he said authoritatively.

"But..." I started to say and he slapped me.

"Shut up! You will only speak when I give you permission and you will do as I say," he said angrily.

"Yes..." I whispered.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you!" he said, raising his hand ready to give me another slap.

"Yes..." I said loudly.

"From now on you will call me Sir or Master!" he shouted.

"Yes, Sir," I said terrified.

"So, my doll... open your legs now as much as you can..." he said and I obeyed.

"Good...", he continued, "now put your hand on your pussy and masturbate..."

"But... I can't do that..." I said timidly.

"What did you say?" he said and gave me a hard slap, "So? Will you do it now or should I bring the belt too?" he continued.

"I'll do it..." I said crying.

"I didn't hear well... what did you say?"

"I'll do it, Master..." I said and put my hand on my pussy crying.

"Stop the crying and start masturbating," he said and I obeyed, almost dying of shame... I put my finger inside my pussy and began to rub it as I had done so many times alone. My pussy was wet from before and quickly began to get aroused. But even though I felt the heat taking over me, I was praying inside for the earth to open and swallow me. I felt I was being humiliated in front of the eyes of a stranger who was watching me rub my pussy wildly... but at the same time this aroused me even more...

"Enough... stop now..." he said to me suddenly.

"Not yet... I'm going to come in a moment..." I groaned, feeling that from moment to moment I would come.

"I said stop!" he shouted.

"Yes, Sir..." I said, taking my hand out of my pussy.

"You're not here to come... You're a whore... my whore..." he said fiercely.

"Yes, Sir," I said.

"What are you, I said?" he asked.

"I am a whore," I whispered.

"Louder," he shouted, "What are you?"

"I am your whore," I shouted.

"Your? Did I allow you to address me informally?" he said angrily and approached me in a threatening manner. With a sudden movement he turned me over on my stomach and before I could understand what was happening I felt his palm falling forcefully on my ass. I let out a scream of pain and immediately felt another hard slap on my ass.

"Nooooooooooooooo," I shouted, crying from pain.

"What did we say you are?" he shouted, giving me another.

"I am your whore, master," I said groaning and I felt him stop the slaps.

"Good... Now get on all fours..." he said and I obeyed. He came behind me and I felt his cock touching my pussy and slowly moving upwards. At first I didn't understand what he was going to do but soon, when I felt his cock touching my asshole, I understood what he was preparing to do.

"Nooooooooooo," I shouted terrified and tried to pull away but he immobilized me and with a sudden movement thrust the tip of his cock into my asshole, making me let out a cry of pain. Realizing that now I couldn't escape, I began to try to relax while with another movement he went even deeper inside me. Without caring at all for my cries, with one movement he thrust his entire cock inside me and began to move slowly.

That was when I realized that the pain had begun to lessen and its place was taken by an incredible heat. Now I felt him moving faster and faster... harder and harder... arousing me more and more. I don't remember how long this continued until I began to come harder than any other time in my life.

I looked in the mirror for the last time and headed towards the living room where my husband and his friend were waiting for me.

"Come on finally, Mary... come meet Andreas..." said Kostas as soon as I entered the room.

"Sorry I'm late," I said smiling and looked towards Andreas to greet him. And that's when I got the shock of my life!

Across from me, looking at me, speechless too, was the man I had met two days ago... And not only had I met him... I had had wild sex with him...

"Pleased to meet you..." he said, smiling awkwardly.

"Likewise," I said, trying to keep my composure.

When after the meal both of them left, to go to an important meeting with a client, I felt an enormous relief. I cleared the dishes and then got into the bathtub to relax and think about what I would do from now on. I saw my entire life being destroyed for a madness… What would happen if Andreas told my husband everything?

My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. I got out of the bathtub and after wrapping myself in a towel I ran to open the door, sure it would be Kostas who had forgotten his keys once again. After all, who else could it be at such an hour?

Opening the door without even asking who it was, I suffered the second shock… Instead of my husband, I saw Andreas looking me up and down, smiling. I realized I was almost naked in front of him… I felt the water running down my legs and awkwardly tightened the towel around me.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are?" he said to me, coming inside.

"What are you doing here? Have you gone mad?" I asked, almost screaming…

"The other day you left suddenly and forgot to take these…" he said, handing me a wad of euros.

"I don't need them… keep them…" I said angrily.

"Since when do whores not accept money?" he asked sarcastically.

"I am not a whore!" I said fiercely.

"For me, you are always my whore…" he said and embraced me violently.

"No… stop… Kostas will come…" I said, trying to get away from him.

"Don't worry… he'll be late coming back…" he told me, turning me around with one motion and throwing me face down onto the back of the sofa. He immobilized me there by lifting the towel up to my waist while with his other hand he unzipped his pants…

"Stop!" I shouted, trying to break free, but he spread my legs apart with one motion and thrust himself abruptly all the way inside me… Letting out a scream, I felt him moving powerfully inside me…

I'm not sure for how long he fucked me like that… The only thing I'm sure of is the lust I had begun to feel from his very first movements until we both came, groaning loudly.

"Where is Kostas?" I asked him when we recovered and sat on the sofa.

"Where he was the other day when he told you we were going out together…" he said, smiling at me slyly. Only then did I remember that the day I had gone to meet him, Kostas was supposedly with him…

"He has a girlfriend?" I asked, surprised.

"Of course… but that suits us, baby… we'll be able to meet comfortably when he's out fucking around…" he said and hugged me. This time I didn't resist at all.

"Why not?" I thought and surrendered to his embrace…