Most of this story is true and happened only last weekend. I do admit I’ve polished the story and embellished some parts. On mobile.
He pulled my hair and made me get to my knees in front of him. I smirked at his efforts but played along. We’d talked about my fantasy many times and I was at the point where I didn’t think he’d actually be able to do it. He’d go so far, but the second I resisted strongly, he’d let me go. Rape fantasy isn’t for everyone and my partner was a gentle soul. He had never hurt me and I didn’t believe he ever could, even to pretend! But I’d been nasty lately. I’d been saying how I knew he couldn’t take me. How he lacked the balls to even try. I mocked him. I’d been drinking too much lately too, causing my mouth to run more than usual. I could be a cunt when I wanted. I guess I’d been a bigger one than I knew.
I pretended to let him hold my hands while ‘forcing’ his cock in my mouth. I enjoyed giving head so it didn’t take me long to get into it and really want him in deeper. I began to really work him and he dropped my hands as his head loled back. I took him in hand and began to slide my hand up and down his length, spreading my saliva and his precum together. He moaned and I smirked again as I looked up at him. He opened his eyes at that moment and saw my smile. His expression changed instantly and I’m sure my face showed complete confusion. He stepped back and reached down, grabbing me by my underarms and pulling me upright. I gasped as I stumbled on my feet and he called me a Drunk. A Drunk Slut, to be honest. I was shocked but turned on as he pushed me thru the door into the bedroom, kicking the outdoor setting away as he went. He closed and locked the door as I sat up on the bed, feigning innocence. His slap came from the left, taking me completely off guard. We’d never mentioned violence really. I’d said I didn’t want to be beaten or broken when we’d talked about my dark desires, but not really gone into specifics as I kinda felt I scared him with my thoughts.
This, this wasn’t like him at all and tears spilled down my cheeks as I looked at the ground, not sure if I should look up at his gaze. He lifted my chin slowly and leaned in to kiss my eyes, my tears , then lips, very gently. His lips skimmed my throat before his hand encircled it, squeezing softly but firmly, pushing me back onto the bed. My eyes flickered from his to the door, to his chest and back, unable to focus. I’m usually so in control, now unable to meet his staring gaze. His face looked so odd, like blank but cunning and I couldn’t look at him long. I can’t describe it right. His dark eyes looked black. I felt I thrill of butterflies in my stomach as his hand tightened on my neck. His other hand had reached up and taken another handful of my hair and now, as I lifted my head from the bed to resist his crushing grasp, I felt the sting of its pull. I cried out at last and his eyes, that were roaming across my chest looking to find a way to remove my blouse, sprang back to meet mine. They looked alive. I wasn’t sure if I was fearful or hurt or just resistant, but he smiled now, looking into my face, he smiled. It was sinister. I gasped out his name and pushed at him roughly. He didn’t move. He was 5’8 and weighed twice what I did. He didn’t even seem to register I’d called his name. His hand released my throat suddenly and tore at my blouse, the buttons flying at his insistence. I wasn’t wearing a bra and he groaned at the sight before I covered myself with my hands. He immediately let go my hair and grabbed a wrist in both his hands securing them over my head on the bed. This had to be my all time hated position! Many years ago I’d had a negative experience with it and now I began to buck and cry as he sat up eyeing me. He licked his lips and lowerd his head as I fell back panting, my useless struggles exciting him more. I began to tell him how I hated the position and to let my arms go! He laughed and bit my nipple hard. I cried out again and fresh tears sprung forth. Still, I didn’t call it off. I didn’t fight like I could have. I didn’t give it my all. I felt beaten. He continued to lick and suck my breasts for awhile before he pushed between my legs. He uses his knees to get between mine then his strength to force them open. He looked down at me and laughed again. He lifted a knee and ground it into my pussy, my swollen clit resounding immediately to the pressure. When he pulled it away, my wetness had spread across my panties and I could feel how very wet I was. He grinned and asked me why I was so wet if I don’t want this very act? Then he bit my nipples again until I cried. When he climbed up my body, his dick thrusting in front he at last let my arms go. I instantly tried to lower them but net his thighs as he pushed toward my mouth. I turned my face away but regretted it when he slapped me again. He pinched my face and turned me back, demanding I suck it, ‘suck my cock you whore’ as he held my face and tried to push between my lips. He threatened me again when he felt my teeth and I dare not fight now, my ears ringing as I sobbed around his dick. I tired to slow him down as he started to lean over me and began to become too rough, smothering me and scaring me at one point. I kept gagging but he didn’t seem to mind, in fact he seemed to push me onto him more when I gagged. I came close to vomiting but again, he didn’t seem to care and wanted to keep going. He pulled me across the bed and hung my head from the side. He then stood and crouched down and slide his cock back into my mouth and down my throat further than ever! I both loved and hated it. It was hot but degrading. It was degrading but empowering. I swallowed him as much as I could and I could hear his moans as I did.
Suddenly he stops and is yanking at my arms, trying to turn me, getting me onto my knees in front of him on the the bed, I still wasn’t prepared for him to enter me. He filled me completely and we both groaned at once. He pushed into me as I pushed back onto him and we melded. One of his hands found my nipple for a moment, then he took my hips and began to fuck me for real. His hips slammed into my ass and our bodies produced slapping sounds equal only to sex! My gasps became shorter as I felt my climax building, my heart racing in my ears. His cock felt huge inside me and he pounded into me. My legs shook as I came, my orgasm squirting around him as he pulled back to watch me cum on his dick. Straight after me he came too, blowing on my ass and back as finished the job.
By god, I think he’s getting it.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f98oqq/hes_getting_there_m_f_cnc