[Skip if you must. This is a masturbatoin scene]
She started off so reserved. No one had ever really encouraged her sexuality. . She didn't even really masturbate. Fantasizing sexually felt uncomfortable. She felt like she shouldn't be having these dirty thoughts.
Every so often when the mood struck her though, she found her mind wandering. When she first started this her evening routine was when her mother passed and her father became a shell of himself. Locking himself up in his private study for days and when he finally came out, he would make life a living hell for everyone in the mansion.
So, it all started one day when she felt incredible sad and alone. But at the same time, she was aroused. She would double or triple check her bedroom door before she quietly slid into bed and let her hands explore her own body. Like a nubile couple she would start by touching her body lightly over her clothes.
Tugging gently at her shirt shed eventually feel a small gap of skin between her pants and shirt.
She'd wiggle a finger underneath, excited at the touch of her own warm skin, another finger would follow suit, then another, as she closed her eyes and focused on the erotic nature of touching that forbidden skin under her clothes.
Her hand would slide under her shirt as her other hand now crept onto her thigh, gently caressing the fabric of her nightgown. Her first hand would slyly glide back and forth, each pass making its furthest reach just a bit closer to her bra. She'd begin to imagine that these were a man's hands. She imagined them bigger and stronger, grabbing harder and feeling rough against her smooth skin.
Tonight was no different as she went back to her bed and began to pleasure herself.
Her hand made it to her tits and cupped her breasts over her bra. "Urmmn~" she let out her first restrained moan. It was more of a heavy breath as she fought between her arousal and her desire to be unheard.
Her second hand squeezed her thigh to remind her that it was still in play and attract her attention to the fantasy man's next move. The hand slid slowly to her inner thigh and her finger tips pushed between them, forcing their way between. The first rough act of the fantasy man. Just a small gesture of strength to force his way toward her more forbidden areas.
She'd respond by gently parting her legs, a sign of submission to her own sexuality in the form of the disembodied hands of the fantasy man. Her hand slid it's way up and down the inseam of her night dress, her fingertip tracing its straight line from her knee to her pussy.
As her hand got closer it got rougher in its movements, forcing its way further up between her thighs, each time she'd respond by submitting more and more to herself until she was finally laying with her legs open on her back, one hand grabbing her tits and the other finally making its way to the point where thigh became groin, the crease where her hand transitioned from leg to torso.
Her deepening breathing slowed as her hand cheekily crossed the divide at painfully slow speed, her own hands teasing her, asking if she was going to stop this "inappropriate" behavior. Instead her own mind was begging for the hand to move to her vulva, to roughly grab at her.
Her hips began to rise and fall as she tilted her own pelvis toward the fantasy man's hand, her own hand, her conscious mind finally giving into her own desire.
Finally she gave herself the relief she needed and her hand moved quickly to grab her own pussy through her pants. Roughly she began groping at her own chest as her other hand started it's direct assault. Her finger pushed into the dress, desperately trying to spread her lips and give her direct pressure on her clit.
She imagined her fantasy man beginning to take her body. His strong hands, taking access to her most intimate areas and her body responding by giving in, moaning and writhing, pressing against his hands as they grabbed and squeezed at her skin.
Her breaths were more ragged and her moans were audible, with even an occasional squeak thrown in as one of her hands pinched at a nipple or a finger pressed directly on her clit.
She couldn't stand it anymore, she needed sexual release to the thought of a man groping her body and touching her in such a passionate and hungry way. She quickly slid her hand through her night dress and then under the cotton of her panties.
Her middle finger split between her wet lips as the others followed the round of her mound and pressed against her lips. The middle finger found its way to her clit as she stroked up and down at first, just teasing herself, pulling her hood gently back, then more roughly gliding down.
Her slight stroking got tougher and harder and then she began to move her other finger in and change directions until she was rolling her clit between her fingers. Her hips gyrated, her chest rose and fell as she arched her back.
While she initially took opportunities to dip her fingers into her vagina, she now crudely penetrated herself as roughly as the denim of her short would allow, her palm continuing to apply pressure to her aching clit. Her other hand found it's way back and forth between her tits, groping, squeezing, grabbing.
"Uhmmm~" she moaned, writhing beneath her blanket.
She'd pinch and pull her own nipples, continuously her actions were rougher as she imagined her fantasy man demonstrating his passionate need for her intimate body and his growing inability to restrain himself.
She thought of this lack of restraint as she forced another finger into her body, imagining the man needing more and stretching her body to its limits. That was enough to send her body over the edge.
Her body gave in to its orgasm and she let out a long low moan as she violently fucked her pussy with her fingers, her palm slamming her throbbing clit, her other hand pulling and twisting her now slightly sore nipple.
Her body shuttered as she released a warm flow of juice all over her fingers and into her palm, followed by another warm jet of her own cum. Her panties soaked and her tension releasing she gently worked her own hole with her fingers and used the palm of her hand to massage her aching nipples.
She enjoyed the moment of release and took the opportunity to catch her breath as she imagined her fantasy man's roughness dissipating as his hands held her and cared for her. Finally the warm other worldly hands turned back into her own and she found herself in her own bed alone, disheveled, with aching nipples, a throbbing pussy and panties and hand soaked with cum.
Here she was, a complete mess, covered in cum after being roughly used by a fantasy man's hands.
"Fuck," she thought, "I needed that,"
The last desperate thought of a restrained sexuality before it was repressed again. she found herself almost disgusted by her latest rough fantasy.
"Maybe marriage isn't so bad afterall, Cassandra thought,"