I want to take you out on a perfectly honest to goodness date. I’ll be the perfect gentleman, holding the door and your chair. Seeing personally to your every desire, anticipating your needs. I’ll flirt but gently, engage you in conversation, talk about you more then me, but never shy away from opening up. I’m thinking dinner. I’m a chef so I’ll take you somewhere nice, and recommend something exceptional. I’ll pick you up and take you home, leaving you with a kiss on the cheek. Unless you invite me inside. If you do, the second that latch clicks, you’re mine. I won’t ask. I’ll grab you. Push you against the wall and show you exactly who you belong too. My hands all over your body, my tongue down your throat, your clothes falling away as I feel you up. Grabbing you by the hair, bending you over, slapping that ass before tearing your panties away. My fingers finding your little flower and penetrating you as you gasp helplessly against the wall. I’ll ask if you’ve ever squirted before as I explore your insides. Like a locksmith I’ll test each of your tumblers until I hear that little click. Your answer to the question holds little significance, except whether or not I hold your hand directly in the stream of your forceful orgasm as you scream with your knees knocking. It won’t take long. I know exactly what I’m doing. Hundred bucks says you can’t stay on your feet five minutes. Wheyour knees finally give you’ll kneel in your puddle and thank your new Daddy and try to prove you’re GF material with your pretty smile, I like it sloppy so don’t hold back. If you impress me, you might just get a new boyfriend before the end of the night. If you don’t, I’ll just take control and show you what I expect of you. When you’ve returned the favor, I’ll pick you up. You can point me to your bedroom so I can finish doing what I want to you, and to your bed. I’ll toss you in bed. You have about two seconds to get undressed of anything that remains before I tear it off you. I want it from the front first, then from behind. Yes I will spank you and grope and squeeze and choke and pull your hair. I like the helpless little faces you make when you’re being manhandled while your body trembles. I literally get off on watching your muscles Arch and jerk. I’ll let you ride my dick, but then I’ma eat you out, because that gets me off too. Something about having your clit in my mouth, my tongue dancing across it to the music as I look up at you with my deep intense eyes. Watching your back Arch, your stomach tightening as your legs shake. Hearing your moans and seeing your eyes roll back as I tug your clit just a little tighter into my eager mouth, your juices spilling over onto my cheeks as you squirm. I smirk as I watch you start to cum. I might give you this one… Just this one perfect oral orgasm… The next one you will be screaming. I wanna finger you again. I wanna get sprayed in the face, and on my chest, all over my cock. I’m going to have my finger on your trigger and hold it down like a full automatic. You will be begging, pleading for me to let you stop cumming. That will be an important lesson for you, that you will cum on my command. That your body literally will cum without ceasing if that’s what I want it to do. That your body is absolutely and utterly under my control, and that my hunger for your orgasms is frighteningly insatiable. I’ll explain it to you, in a calm collected voice, even as your pussy continues to spray. I’ll repeat myself after you scream to make sure you heard it. Speak up as you gasp and spit and whine incoherently as your pussy continues to gush with cum. “Do you understand that your body is mine, and I can make you cum as much as I choose?” You’re going to have to answer properly before I stop massaging your gspot, forcing orgasms out of you like a ten mile long freight train. Then I’ll fuck you. Yeah… Just because. I’ll fuck you one more time as you lay completely immobile except for your orgasm after shocks. Your body is mine now. You’ll never cum without squirting ever again. Everytime you cum you’ll be reminded what I did to you. And you’ll know it, as you lie there getting pounded deep against your back walls in a soaked drenched bed… That you never should have invited me in.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dgyckt/our_first_date_part_pick_up_line_part_erotica_lol
A good portion of men and women cum during rape. It’s not out of fantasy, desire, want or enjoyment. It’s simply a physiological response, like a sneeze one can’t avoid. That’s what your story remind me of. I find it particularly curious how many men have “forced orgasms fantasies”. Something your male body is physically incapable of (multiple orgasms) yet there’s the desire to own what you can’t so bad. 4/10