Fantasy Stranger

by NymphWriter

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Reluctant, Coercion, Heterosexual, Fiction, MaleDom, Spanking, Light Bond, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Sex Toys, .

Desc: Fiction Sex Story: After the month from hell, a stranger breaks into Zeela's home and attacks her, promising to fulfill her darkest fantasies.

It was definitely a time of extreme trial for me, and if I had known how it would end, I might have not bitched as much as I did during it all. To begin with, my boyfriend, Jimmy, broke up with me because when I shared my fantasies with him, per his request, he said I was too much of a sexual freak for him. Let me explain a bit further so you better understand. I had been reading stories on those sites that specialize in erotic literature after doing some research on a paper for a class on human sexuality on how some people engage in different sexual acts for pleasure. Now, some of the stories were so bizarre that I couldn't finish reading them, but some were so well written and erotic that I found myself fantasizing about being the female as she was fucked by the men or creatures in the story. Many even sparked a level of curiosity within me that I didn't even know existed until recently.

Jimmy and I had been dating about six months when he caught me one night reading a story and masturbating in front of my computer, he became quite upset. Really, I don't get the big deal since I'd caught him many a time jerking off to assorted porno videos he has watched, but all the same, he was quite upset. Now, Jimmy's a handsome guy, standing just under 6' tall, with shaggy brownish-blonde hair, brown eyes, and a fairly muscular build. Many girls found him attractive, and physically, he is. Everyone said we made a good couple; I'm petite, with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, and plenty of curves that Jimmy never complained about. So, after days of arguing, I shared with him the stories that really turned me on and the ones I wanted to try out for real (like being tied up to the bed and gagged while the man has his way with me or being fucked by a mysterious stranger in the shower.) He found these fantasies depraved and sick; even though many were very similar to the porno videos he liked watching. But it was my non-human fantasies that freaked him out the worst. I guess the idea of me being fucked by an alien, a demon, or other non-human creature, was what finally ended our relationship. Again, this was weird, especially since he loved those Japanese porno cartoons with the tentacled creatures violating the young women, and his favorite was one where a vampire used mind control to seduce and fuck a woman orally, vaginally, and anally (I'll admit, I liked it too.)

Our break-up was bad enough, but things at my work really started to pick up as well, and I was busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest. I came home exhausted and sweaty thanks to the 10-12 hours of non-stop madness. Even though I'd shower in the morning, I found it necessary to shower again at night to clean off the filth of the day and get my body to relax. At least the long days helped me keep my mind of my love life, or lack thereof. I was too tired to even tend to my personal sexual needs. The only real difficulty I had was that Jimmy and I both work at the same company, but in different departments in the factory. We'd see each other at breaks and such, and I'd see him and his friend Eric Keller carpool into work, so I could only imagine what Eric thought of me. Eric was taller and more muscular than Jimmy from what I could tell and I always thought he was a good-looking guy. His hazel eyes would change color depending on what he wore, and he wore his straight brown hair a bit shorter than Jimmy's.

Now, my story really started the last day of the month, a very bizarre Friday by all accounts. I reported to work as normal and began to do my job. I found that burying myself into work kept my mind occupied and it seemed I got more done than I had in the past. This level of dedication apparently didn't go unnoticed by my boss, he praised me several times for my recent increase in output. After another ten-hour shift, I was ready for a hot shower and a hard sleep when my boss called my co-workers and me in for a staff meeting. None of us knew why this meeting was called, but we headed into the staff lounge and discovered that everyone in the company was there, and it was pretty much standing room only. I saw Jimmy and Eric sitting at a table with an empty chair, and I was more than a bit shocked when Eric waved me over to join them. Since I worked on my feet, the idea of sitting sounded wonderful so I stepped away from the girls in my department and sat down with the guys.

"Thanks," I said.

"Sure thing Zeela," said Eric with a big smile.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I've told you before to call me Zee," I said.

I have always hated my name and even though I go by Zee, Eric always called me Zeela since the day we first met. "I know, but I like your full name, it's so pretty, just like you."

"What? Are you hitting on my ex-girlfriend now?" snapped Jimmy.

"So what if I am?" said Eric. "You're the idiot who broke up with her."

Jimmy rolled his eyes and I said, "Come on guys, we're all tired from the long day and the longer week, so let's not fight, okay."

"Fine," grunted Jimmy.

"Anything for you Zeela," said Eric, smiling.

The head of our company, Mr. Andrews, stepped out and the room quickly quieted down. He was a tall, gray-haired man who had worked with Mr. Dougherty, the founder the company, and invested a few hundred dollars in the belief Mr. Dougherty could create a quality product. Now Dougherty's Furniture employs hundreds of us, and even during this nasty recession, they were able maintain the staff levels without cutting our pay, benefits, or hours too much. Even though he hadn't hired any new staff members in almost two years, we still had a job unlike so many others at other companies. I didn't love my job, it was hard and somewhat back-breaking work, but there wasn't much else out there so I just bide my time until I could finish my degree and move on to something better.

"Good evening everyone," began Mr. Andrews. "I know you're all tired and it's been a long and rough couple of months, but I have some good news to share. To begin with, we will be going back to normal schedules starting on Monday."

There were cheers all over the room. Mr. Andrews raised his hands and the room quickly quieted down. "Now, as some of you may or may not have known, we have an opening that came available shortly after all this overtime started for an office position."

"Yeah," I whispered, "I put in for that job. Not that I had a chance to get it."

"Several of you submitted requests for this position, and I'm sure you're wondering why none of you were interviewed for it."

"Um, yeah," I whispered.

"Probably because the girl banging the boss got it," whispered Eric.

Eric's comment made me giggle and Jimmy just rolled his eyes. "I want to say that we decided to try something different this time," continued Mr. Andrews. "We asked the managers and division heads of the applicants to monitor the individual or individuals for this period of mandatory overtime to see how this unexpected rush in work affected them. I must say I was a bit disappointed that some didn't demonstrate a good work ethic as I had hoped."

There was some mumbling in the crowd, but I sat quiet. "And there were several who really demonstrated an excellent work ethic," resumed Mr. Andrews as the room quieted down. "Now, I still believe you are all excellent workers and these are tough times. Some of you have families and these extra hours have been extra tough on you, so don't worry no one is getting fired. But after several reviews of personnel files and reports from supervisors from not only your departments, but others as well, we've come to a decision. Please join me in congratulating Miss Zeela Peterson."

The girls in my department cheered the loudest, seconded only by Eric who threw his arms around me and said, "Congrats Zeela! Or should I say, Miss Peterson."

"Stand up Zeela!" called out Mr. Andrews.

Jimmy looked pissed as if I had betrayed him. Eric released me and I slowly stood up. Mr. Andrews motioned me to step forward and once the others knew who I was, since most only knew me as either Zee, or Jimmy's girlfriend, started to cheer and clap. Mr. Andrews shook my hand first and said, "Congratulations Miss Peterson. I understand you've done a hell of a job and I look forward to working with you in the future."

I smiled and mumbled, "Thanks," as other managers and supervisors shook my hand. Mr. Andrews informed us all that we'd be seeing a more practical sign of his appreciation in our next paychecks by way of a small bonus for our dedication. Then they sent everyone home, except me. I needed to complete some paperwork after everyone left. An hour later, I finally left. Mine was one of the few cars left in the lot, and it bugged me because I hated walking out to my car alone. It's not that our factory is in a bad neighborhood, but still, why tempt fate and trouble? Happily though, when I stepped out, the old night security guard saw me and ran over to escort me to my car. He congratulated me on my new position and reminded me that if I were ever to work late, to just ring him up and he'd escort me to my car. I thanked him, went to a local fast food place for a quick dinner, then drove home.

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